The air in my brain renders my mind weightless to reach any pinnacle set high
Dry earth anchors me to the ground and holds me steady as I spit this flame 🔥
Created by the fire that burns my soul and taunts my mind to brainstorm; making tsunamis look like child play
What defines a man? Is it power or control or the data stalled behind his skull?
Knowledge, I believe they say, is the key to the future but I have lost all hope
As all my locks have been replaced by ticking time bombs on clocks that are set to half an hour past my lifespan
So I start to wonder what little things led to my eminent travels from the living plain into the grass plains of infinite vain and non-existence
From the drop of wine from my brow that the waiter cleaned up as I walked out the door to the small change I leave to the cassava seller because it is negligible to the amount I have
If curiosity really killed the cat then curiosity is worth more than nine lives
So if I am a member of the feline specie then I have nine ways to be curious Lord forbid I try the tenth one lest I die
And when the weather strikes showers and you stand in a lonely shelter across the road to a house is when you miss home and start to think crazy things like
'The earth is a magnet so selfish it pulls us back in a disguise called gravity'
This poem has no rhymes at all but before you criticize and edit the text I have impregnated this piece with
Try to fathom the reason behind all these jumbled flip floppy words and a smile will sketch your lips like the crimson canvas were Da Vinci did his Monalisa
Our minds are so complicated we don't even realize that inside our own heads, we are insane
We only make sense when we speak...word play
I end the first part off 1000.1000 and that makes this piece the detonation of a crack in a castle of glass that we have to descend
>>A.T.L<<
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