rhymes have a way of talking to you,


changing our point of view at any time


you ever had *** with the mind?


as you both play your instruments


conducting your own mixes



wrestling your hemispheres


in fear of missing the note



sharing an expression of your own




dissipating the old into the new




as what you've once believed in,

gets superseded,

by your next and current greatest achievements



stop being so ******* yourself.


Count the quality and quantity of your blessings


and how overlooked they get



remember read this again if you're feeling depressed