Little by little, I am a puzzle being put together over the span of 15, almost 16 years and going.
   I am waiting for each piece.
I've tried forcing Time to find them for me, it ended up in complete desolation.
   I can feel my soul being unstitched.
I can feel my past lives wanting free.
   But being literal, my flesh and Movements are being Analyzed by the great Above.
   The almighty Powerful.
To which I say ******* to.
   Mind over Matter, is what I go by anyways.
Any Authoritative Figure can **** it.

Walk down this hall with me, I'll show you the restroom.
   Walk through the kitchen, you might see the spirits past 10.
Walk up these stairs, I'll show you my mind and everything else that comes with it.
   Be careful of the door to the left, if you are let in you are clearly not one of my mind.

   I know nothing lasts forever.
At this rate, Temporary is keeping me alive.
   The only thing I'll come close to accepting is a Long time.