Credo
Moment
I reflect
upon mistakes the notches on my soul
I feel
them when I look around and see that I’m not whole
Dysfunction
and the memories from young
They’ll
always be felt no matter where or how far flung
Life
rocks you then music consoles
Emotions
and feelings must out, thru’ the mind it’s doled
Then look
at the reflection of that past
It’s
stark to see against so much normality the contrast
So
aesthetics is my console thru’ reason and reality
A mind
that was conflicted with metaphysical sanity
I’m one
of those you’ll see as bizarre
Look at
my right hand with my life predicted by that scar
No
straight lines, but twists and jagged edges
Sewn up
with connections that begins and ends suddenly, the stitches
I am my
most vehement critic that never reaches but aims
I can’t
be tamed but if you accept me I’ll always be your swain
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