The reason love is supernatural to some and bitter to some
Still discovering how life can be fair to some and candid to some.

Needless to say love is a word that need no explanation if you can read
But the story in between it can fail the smartest even if you can read.

My sunshine is a puzzle to some and a mystery to others
The sun shinning on me might be due to how your sunshine reflects to others.

A lot of what am missing in my mind is always found close to my body
Need what I want but the outer ego letting people stare at my body.

What marvel to the world some would say
How could he possess so much some will say.

While am just unseen to myself doubting what I cherish the most
Isn't my place on earth felt by who detest me the most.

Life knocking me down like everyone else don't hate
The too much details on me is affecting how I change the hate.

The story follows suit of how a voiceless person can comprehend
I was just ripped off my pride I hope the everyday person can comprehend

Not knowing who to run to I was gestured back to reality by a hand gesture
I was mesmerizing when those hands started healing me with his gesture.

Soon I had a feeling I was directed to an higher purpose than I left behind
The voice in my head that was silent now began to pick what it left behind.

My journey was fruitful soon as the voiceless helper changed what I had in mind.

The influence on me is like a glue that is ******* my skin
Learnt so many things the hard way don't blame what I hate on my skin.

Little things matter the most don't wait until you are carried away
Being jolted in the right direction but peer group pressure makes me look away.

Another bad influence coming my way I think I will just settle for another shot
As soon as I get rid of one another bad influence comes knocking trying his shot.

I really think I need a fresh new habit I can't keep going down this lane
My new instincts keeps telling me that my new habit left down my old lane.

I wish I listened more often to the voice in my head that whispers
Sounds in my head telling me to point a certain way anytime I hinder.

So many promises of the future but deep down I can't attain
But my younger self with it's future still bleak was still the future I wanted to attain.

On a better level of understanding how the circle fits my existence
When you look closely with each day passing you cringe for your existence.

Hoping that the next day isn't your last hoping to make an impact
The race born within the mind of who is actually seeking an impact.
My younger version gesturing me to believe in myself more I might make an impact.

A new reason to hope and to administer our long lost faith
A new fantasy in our minds on how the past can affect our faith.

A new tenacy to redo all our past mission so we can achieve the impossible
A new technique to adopt so all the stiff ideas would move the impossible.

A new reason to reach out to my lost chronicles and adopt a first impression
A new diary on my table I think I need to document another first impression.

A new doctrine we need to adopt so the new message can find it's way out
Spreading a new message from my lips I believe the tone would find it's way out.

Struggling with the reality that everything will fall in place
Struggling with peace that I created even though I wasn't in place.

Struggling with a new habit that kept me afloat but draining all of me now
Struggling with how sentiments can change how people question me now.

Struggling with the friend that calls my phone just to check on my progress
Struggling with the replies lined up on my phone I really need to check the progress.

Struggling with dropping the ideas I believe  can have an impact on the future
Still struggling with the questions hope it doesn't become an habit on my future.

Down this same road again I hope I get out this time
Eyes closed to a point but the only way out is one this time.

Clouded vision makes me realise that I still have another purpose to my existence
Another hit and am slowly backing out of the main reason for my existence.

Lone road making me understand how the day will end up eventually.
Hallucinating about a clear decision but my new reality taking me eventually.

Pouring from the cup of life I really need to see things differently
Don't tell me am still heavily sedated I really need to see life differently.

The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.

Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.

Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.

Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet  I won't stop until I miss the desire.

A new wave is upon us I wish I can take the new plain
Visualizing a new reason why people prefer color to plain.

Observing what the colorful illusion we all picture can aid our pain
Slowly digging up a new habit for comfort not observing our new pain.

Nuturing what I need to preserve I won't mind if i stick to the new plan
Unfolding a new way of getting over the new disaster caused by my new plan.
The Slow wave that I reject will come back to make me insane.