In the eyes of this mad man, we've all been denied truth,
The thought of how elders tested us in our adolescence makes me puke.
I search my mind for the broader lesson and certainly for truth,
In the end all I've taught myself, Is the lesson that there was nothing I could do.
At moments I'm careless my mind is usually astute,
I've patiently waited for the wise to spew there world view.
It appears I'm grime that should have more demons than worth the pursue, In time better an instance I'm sewing what I will rue.
Am I blind or just ignorant, I'd rather choose the two,
Desperation through enigmas I've learned to push through.
Reflective failures And solitude does me the most,
I've become altered that's navigated with directions by the host.
I sometimes abduct ideas and exploit it for show,
Alter its purpose and dimensions just to experiment and know.
Is it redundantly of me to to fail and succeed,
Yet its unknown in the known void that there must be more to see.
By them my mind is a tornado that's expected to be respected,
That makes my own trail with no intention to be redirected.
I'm clearing my own path yet my reasons sound selfish,
But to stand still to others will, can't always be the retrospective.
I home in on issues the moment its in question,
My anger is insured by knowledge of hard lessons.
I've become my worse enemy that cause unnecessary humiliations, Counting steps like reps I'm lost without communication.
I'll never have to find myself because I don't adapt to others expectations, Its humorous watching them finally mature through different stages. There are numerous of them who are content within greed,
That will never grow in life they will remain dormant waiting on water similar to a dried and cracked seed.
