Jargon of Thoughts I
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Complex as rocket science.
Critical as a dying patient.
More or less solitary confinement.
Making way for me & you.
Hell let loose, hear the cry as it echoes into my hear.
Making me sick, sick of everything.
It seems I am a lone ranger.
Fighting a long lost battle, course since time immemorial.
I lost the battle the minute I was born.
Here comes solitude, hold on tight.
Great men don't loose grip, its do or die.
Looking at my destiny, Ohh I was Dreaming.
I set my foot on the part, I am already half way.
No going back.
I breakaway from the shackles, I rise, I rise.
Looking at my mother as she stood glued to the mirror.
The poor woman can't just wait, I understand.
Untying my boot, it was a long journey from the swampy forest.
I killed my fears a long time ago, I think they resurrect.
My people at it again, archaic they seem to be.
The rich and their cigars, the poor and their raw tobacco.
I speak more about death nowadays, I guess I will die soon.
All seems alright, but no.
You want to change the world, I think someone already did.
Change your goals, a wise man once told me.
I will enter the name of my race in the sky and make a book of all my thought.