Dont let a sudden scream end your dream
Or history repeat on the will of the weak
Dont worry about the porcelain jury
I've seen brighter faces in China shops
Window reflections, staind with blue ink
Welcome to my wading room.. Don't blink
Most certainly here, your given time to think
Of all that's been alloted, allow me to change topics
I wittle on the prose till the wood becomes an object
Sharpening my wit like a dagger in the pocket
A bowstaff thats staggering these dangerous aims
Like a lion from mt. zion lying out in the rain
I'm stationed at the hotel California for a season
And when my run is up I'll tell the dieties I'm leaving
I cant stand the sound of a clanking cutlery
Perched like a cat who retains her subtleties
People forget, what was told in a book
Chapters are spent navigating the rook
But there exists 5 other pieces...
In this worldly chess match do you follow the speaker?
Do you flounder at the notion of a leader, or leading?Lauryn Hills miseducation was real. I keep proceeding
Digesting these novels while disassembling hooks
They scared of those who educate so they call em
Crooks.
Well my poetry takes poverty out into verbal odyssey
I refract lives in retinas regardless of the one I lead
You know... even in residentials...
I can summon a slum with the tip of a pencil
Where the walls are brick, mortar, and metal
Where the fence painted white asks "who sent you?"
Im bent in the fabric of a million designs
So which face is mine, take a pick and decide
Vibe to this wild ride, take a gander inside
You might find a fountain or a montain thats wide
You might find an ocean with pale purple tides
An assembly of continents that never do die
"It's amazing what you find, when you do look within"
said this Cheshire Cat with a shit eating grin
I recognize this mirrored man, hes actually my twin
Like a ball of twine mimicing Earths circumferences
It's a member now, of memory, cause most, its extinct
So look into the matchbox with your amber eyed glint
A friendly box of mystery amongst awful things
Totallity of imagery, a most auspicious glimpse
Granting sight to the eyes that were once unconvinced
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