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Oh my mind is a glorious place

Above my shoulders is where an enigma occupies space 

No thought is ever misplaced 

Though some memories 

I do wish I could erase 

You see life moves at such a rapid pace, negativity easily begins to accumulate 

Forcing happiness and sorrow into a continuous race 

Where first place determines my days fate.

Get ahold of yourself Patrice remember compared to many your life is great 

I know but still I feel this enormous weight.

You see, the world is a scary place when you bare the pronoun she 

Because our sexuality is usually all he sees.

All I need is a soul to relate to me, a soul to share angst with me, one whom is sad with me 

And maybe one day we'll draw the strength from each other and learn how not to be 

I dream of the day my mind is set free from all obscenities 

And I am comfortable within this completely and utterly flawed society  

And my tragic yet beautiful mind finds the correct remedy,

through spiritual extremities, 

to steady me, 

Indefinitely.

The pursuit in this life is to find that clarity. I hope you know I write this with the utmost sincerity. 

This intricate assembly of sensory nerves that holds millions of island like information reserves 

Perceives things differently once tragedy has been observed. Forcing me to alter my optic nerves to view the world as I deserve. 

This gives way to the colourful section of my brain 

I claim to be a safe haven from the other parts of my thinking train. 

The lone ray of sunshine gleaming through the rain, the hint of pleasure that comes with pain, it's like the oxi clean to a horrible stain. To take full advantage of its abilities, 

you must consider all possibilities

Now 

Imagine

a world with no reason to feel pain, a place where everything makes sense and theres no need to explain. 

The land has everything we need to to sustain,for your body, soul, and brain. 

It is simply called 

our land

Where man kind shares everything down to the last grain of sand

All creation walks the earth hand in hand, every last bug, beast, and man. 

Imagine 

We abolish all forms of discrimination, finally living as 

a loving & united population.

How does one stumble upon such a creation? 

Well, 

A beautiful imagination, and a certain kind of grace.

Oh my mind is a glorious place.