Today i feel poetic as the cool wind chills my soul.
These trials in life will make a soul turn cold.
Working a life consuming job to obtain that putrid currency.
But the wisdom that ive gained will allow me to live a life that will
enrich every fiber of my being.
This cool wind pierces my brain as i plan for the future.
Allowing me to use my wisdom to spread my wisdom for the future.
What is a man without knowledge and the will to enlighten indefinitely?
A corporate zombie in this cold, mechanically efficient, society.
A hollow piece of what a child used to be.
A waste of sentience with no curiosity.
It doesnt make any sense to me.
So when this cold wind blows through my soul
I wont let myself grow into a worthless drone.
The effects that cause the rest to falter
will be the reasons my mentality will conquer.