What can I do with this mind of mine....smh I'm so lost in this Renaissance....Man...They never called me my name...I place my hand in everything...and never asked for a frame...but I stand a picture...an image...of the Renaissance....that hasn't started to began...Idea...I am just a relative idea...that is never thought about...anymore...I am a Renaissance....Inside of a Man...That is dying to be released...dying to be untamed....But I'm stuck inside of this Man...