This is Me

This, this is me;

This new beginning is creating something in me, that I can not harness
Ive read some books and read some looks and nothing seems to further my progression
And even though Im here at this place, alone, I am absent, from the present
Nothing more than a begger compared to a peasent, is you to me…….Mentally.
I am absent from your presence , but my memory remains,
and the essence, that was me, will stay.

The sun will end the day as it begins it for another soul
Ive been told that this life is lifes toll, for a greater experience
And I realize this joke that is irony, that a mouse can find more peace than me
A simple life is what would complete us all, but with this mentality is why man falls,
And why the greatest fails to see what makes you unique and gives us indiviuality

And if you’re thinking that your toughts will tell you tomorrow what they’ve told you today,
Then your thinking is twisted and you should have thought yesterday what today was fortelling
And today isn’t but the present, and tomorrow will be a present, if you expect what,
Tomorrow was thinking yesterday, or the day before. And if this thinking is timed on a
Tuesday you’ll feel this tectonic textured tenth of the universe in your soul.

And Yesterday I pulled the trigger for the one hundreth and third time,
Only to see tomrrow most bitterly, and that even with these swaying trees,
promoting inside me a light, more radiant than imagination can produce, its not enough
I still find it hard to understand the times, when it comes to this life and mine.

How some live life without a care and move as if nothing is a problem,
And those that pay the payment that is required just to breathe, but we share this common element
The birds will fly wheter we are dead or alive, so remember this for life we ALL have to strive.
And when time tolls its final bell, Pray for us for surely we will be in hell

But this isnt the way it has to end, You can keep writing and differ the words before the period
Creating a sense of reality and giving reason for those that arent lyrically burdened
All you have to do is open your own mind to see this fucked up reality, is nothing more than
Fabricated falsialities, created by those with the ability to bring you to your kness,
And those that can raise you up, with a poem, and they can do it with ease.

And with this coming to an end, I ask you; do you see me, or this ficitonal fraction of a fleeting moment in time,
This fleshy face that holds boundaries is not what i am, for what i am
are boundaries, that have not been held back.

This is Me


Winston Salem, United States

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