Displeasing backdrops
Undercover agent
No need to spell it out
Any further
Accidental persona stolen
Mistaken identity
Expunged
Rewritten not quite
Finished
Yet to be determined
In a fresher aura
Practicing a new set
Of principles
Disenchanting chatter
Like the imitations
They do more harm then good
Faces and places
Like mugshots freeze frames
I never wanna stand
In line for again
Scarce comforting flipped
On its head
Rendered defenseless
Against the other side
A new hope has risen
To astounding heights
Hope there all satisfied by now
Messiah grant me
The serenity to accept the
Here and now be more present
And crush the past like a can
My galaxy never quite
Glowed in the dark
Now it’s dipped in fluorescent lights
And my black hole
Well it ****** me up in its tailwind
I’ve realized it was all part of the process
Just a rough draft in waiting