Has there been a way to suddenly default all of what Was given and provided? Truth expected and only a conscience to decide what to chose So that means anarchist-like profounded stunts carved into a Beating heart won't scar? Won't bleed? Concepts have been constantly decided and left behind All left in the dawning is your stale black coffee And the fire eyes That so happen to burn with an icy tone. Invented ways of communication And starting over-- So happens to be What we thought would never take control But control is only what YOU make of it. You break and make your future Things tangle into their self-assured discriminations. So then life The all-knowning concept? Or the unjustified conclusion from our clumsy and repetitive Minds and upseting opinions-- Lightning crashes underneath or up above?
Reason for writing:
I suppose anyone or everyone can't relate...
unless they have their own speech to which
they bring up new and unadventured points---: )
Birth sign: Leo
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