I often ponder thoughtlessly
How I ought to be
Living flawlessly
But I can’t be free
Because honestly
I am lost.
I often wake restlessly
With thoughts wrestling
In my head maybe
The anxiety
That captures me
And I am lost.
I see your arrogance
Is rare in its
Lack of elegance
And he who admits
That he who is
Maybe never was.
I see the consequence
Of my ignorance
Causes hypocrites
from counterfeits
I have no sense
Of who I was.
I am found
I am confound
ed not by life
But by death
Not by pain
But by breath
I am original
I am aboriginal
Not to land
But to mind
Not to you
But to me.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
I often ponder thoughtlessly
How I ought to be
Living flawlessly
But I can’t be free
Because honestly
I am lost.
I often wake restlessly
With thoughts wrestling
In my head maybe
The anxiety
That captures me
And I am lost.
I see your arrogance
Is rare in its
Lack of elegance
And he who admits
That he who is
Maybe never was.
I see the consequence
Of my ignorance
Causes hypocrites
from counterfeits
I have no sense
Of who I was.
I am found
I am confound
ed not by life
But by death
Not by pain
But by breath
I am original
I am aboriginal
Not to land
But to mind
Not to you
But to me.
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