I hear " the happiest people are the most broken "
but if I'm not broken
I'm well aware of my path once in a blue moon I stray
hearkening to my conscience
over my religion
so my disposition is mind over matter
nourishing fallacious addictions
I am now stuck with this declining, twisted imagination
which amplifies from negativity
and if just if I could turn back the hands of time
and travel back to nursery rhymes
I could stop it..
