Insight

What can I tell you that hasn't already been said. It's like a heartbeat pulsing inside my head. An ongoing war between creative thoughts and emotional feel. Honesty in my words, rhyming proof that the struggle is real. Rollercoaster is the ride pulling me up before I fall. As time flashes before my eyes, I am nothing, but a fly on the wall. Anxiety becomes depression when there's no fire to ignite. There's beauty in the darkest days, priceless of my insight. It may seem sad for a soul that describes life in depth of pain. As if I was an entity from the other side, seeking out energy to drain. It's interesting of the prospective in perception, pertaining to a spectre, or ghost. It's familiar to be lost, but adds up strength in spiritual growth. Rising from beneath gravity's pull, I collectively ascend above matters grave. Displaying the stubborn mind of indestructible confidence, calm in the attitude I set ablaze. I am an inferno in the heart and ecstatically electric within the mind. This is the signature of my purpose, a gift inside design.