From a young age, I knew the power of my destiny. Although obsolete though the eyes of conformity. I failed to to "normalize" and condition myself into the traditional and accepted, wolf in sheep's clothing.
Perceptions no longer effect me, although suffocate the reality of my intentions. Defined as defiant, it's been a long lonely road.
New souls, although entertaining, come as a constant battle to my imbedded wisdom.
Challenging my every word with their weapons, "Facts"
I hate the word fact. But without such a defining term it would be harder create malleable training.
Logic has been replaced with indoctrinated repertoires. Blinded by guilt, people remove their souls for a provisional outlet of now.
Instant gratification from their conscious thoughts of convictions gives new meanings of the meaning of life.
A cascades of wisdom enlighten my senses while shading me from the light. Am I purely a fabrication? A lonesome dove of folly? Have I no constitutional well being? I constantly search my soul for answers, I know the meaning of life because its defined by my own accord. There's no right or wrong, no writing on the page, it doesn't define me in this life or the next, but costs me a fortune in karmic debt.
We live in a commune of lopsided proportions, sharing our piece of the land with those who teach us. I've tried become a recluse, this leads me into self satisfaction but intolerance in knowing I need to finish what I've started. There's no hiding escaping. Life will go on.
If you've read my rambling introduction, I kindly thank you. If you didn't make it this far I don't blame you.
Perceptions no longer effect me, although suffocate the reality of my intentions. Defined as defiant, it's been a long lonely road.
New souls, although entertaining, come as a constant battle to my imbedded wisdom.
Challenging my every word with their weapons, "Facts"
I hate the word fact. But without such a defining term it would be harder create malleable training.
Logic has been replaced with indoctrinated repertoires. Blinded by guilt, people remove their souls for a provisional outlet of now.
Instant gratification from their conscious thoughts of convictions gives new meanings of the meaning of life.
A cascades of wisdom enlighten my senses while shading me from the light. Am I purely a fabrication? A lonesome dove of folly? Have I no constitutional well being? I constantly search my soul for answers, I know the meaning of life because its defined by my own accord. There's no right or wrong, no writing on the page, it doesn't define me in this life or the next, but costs me a fortune in karmic debt.
We live in a commune of lopsided proportions, sharing our piece of the land with those who teach us. I've tried become a recluse, this leads me into self satisfaction but intolerance in knowing I need to finish what I've started. There's no hiding escaping. Life will go on.
If you've read my rambling introduction, I kindly thank you. If you didn't make it this far I don't blame you.
