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A mind that's open,

floating, sailing, prevailing with nothing, and proud.

Loud voices scream their indiscretions, their disdain.

Stained like that dress, a mess like that case,

a waste like those times, over the top like my rhymes.

My reason, with seasons it changes and rearranges only to become something that I am not.

Tired from holding onto what I got and reaching,Lord strectching for what I want.

Haunted like this soul, going for the gold,

playing the role, looking to mold,and mush together

anyhting that looks like LIFE.

Livivng is forgiving, and never forgetting is human.

True men believe this, tyring to achieve this in your heart.

God! Accepting failure,

Now that's a taste that's tart.