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Enough is tough
Where is my attention endorsed?
Is the prayer that of true worth?
Do I feel the essence?
Will I question my stance?
Inferiority is dissipating into the winds that flee my soul
that hit the sails of boats who of which aboard are only
my worries in a variety of forms
I've set goals to extinguish flames I've labeled angst
and let grow over the years
My misery only will rise when my mind strains against
My heart is changing gears
Reasoning tarnished from promises that stem from lies
lies
lies from the beginning ...they will die as lies
As the leaves fall from their branch
so is a bomb dropping from a sky in a foreign land
same thing
Blue whales cast my morals to the fish where my hope for life to my way isn't wished
I pray to no longer feast upon the dish that serves crisp lies and illusion
A viscious cricle of confusion believed to be who I am and who I will be
projecting me a step ahead from where I long to be, that pretends to limit me to only see a projection
that's only duty is to forecast corrections that are yet to be needed
This foolishness will NO LONGER be feeded.
Transition Condition
without punctuation, line breaks, or clear transitions between choices of continuations, I was a bit lost, but in the lostness, found a strange cohesion - the voyage like lies like leaves and bombs are surreal and all are equal before the end arrives ~~A~~
Thanks for the critique, I
Thanks for the critique, I suppose I could work on the punctuation and what not, this was something I jotted down in my notebook and posted on here.