I can't really tell when I began.
This journey of mine seems to have come a long way.
Hallucinations of perfection, being better than I am
Keep crossing my mind, obstructing my way.
Illusions of where my 'mates' are across my mind ran.
I fight them, "I have no mates", I tell these mirages of deception in my way.
Curse the Devil! My path is God-given, it's why I should be calm.
It's my journey, not my curse, "give way!"
I'll strive on, walk on hot sand and climb over rocks, I CAN!
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REBEL!
PoetryIt's about opposing what's popular, but untrue, this I call mature foolishness. what's widely accepted but inhumane, what's 'Government' but oppression! A rebel must learn and unlearn, a rebel doesn't backtrack. Being a rebel comes with a heart of...
