On the outside and I’m lookin in
Seein the universe only gives back what you puttin in
Perception of perspective in this mirror battling my reflection
Know I’m destined but why do I question my direction?
Devil on my shoulder, while the other is vacant
My angel fightin to free himself from the matrix
Sick with rhythm but this flow ain’t contagious
I write my soul, pour it onto these pages
Never basic, calm yet tenacious
Travel through life’s phases to grow
So I dig below to plant my mind on the oasis
Seeking elevation, to lift my spirit to a place of liberation
This virtual world got my head troubled and achin
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2019 21:12
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
You weave hope through the internal and external struggles
Hope that’s a good thing? 😂
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