It drifts without words as images move... Trying to listen in yet sounds go mute... It's the visual affect that pulls it from side to side... Some times it feels like I'm damn near losing my mind... Following daydreams as thoughts form shapes with everything eyes see... I've active it doesn't stop thinking nor leave me be... I jus want a moment from time to time do love can happen... One where I cannot hear it laughing... Chuckling nor tickled by it's vibe written out... There's things it needs to say as I refuse for it to use my mouth... As the imagery comes to life with letters so it can speak... I'm jus glad if I do bcuz I can't remember, not even it can remember thy dreams... Or maybe it holds them in to surprise me as if it's creative enough to make me smile... They are some things jotted down where I truly feel it's style... N I wish I could take credit for what comes from within... I'm jus along for the shit show that keeps coming from where I've been... N it finds pieces of me to express over n over again... Bits of hidden truths gathered to resemble a man... Going deep to dig canyons as if carving trenches to find the creases inside... Funny thing is, I jus wanna live my life... But letters energe n wait in line as rhymes chatter until released... Like the women of my past they jus wanna leave...
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