Of all things I lost I miss my mind the most


 Sad thing is I dont even know where I lost it, it can be so close that I might be sleeping next to it in the closet, in a way im mindless but also freed from the social burdens, they dont even cross my mind and if It did I wouldnt even know it, ignorance is bliss, but can also leave you lost, for everything choice there is a cost, for every action, there is a reaction, one over the other like a fraction, since shes been lost I have no distractions, but im also erased of my memories, sweet baby, to the jesus, now here is my thesis, not yet proven but its sticking so far like adhesive, we were made to be free not under no ones mental shackles, so maybe im the culprit in why my mind cant be found though, that was the thing that held me back in the first place, read a face like a map, its in the eyes chico, I been different though, forget a piece I was a one of a kind though, hand knitted by virgins, percision like a surgeon, but back to my mind though, I put up missing flyers, but they kept tearing them down though, here I go I ramble, so you could hear me though, and find what I was looking for, 

  • Author: Pharoahe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 31st, 2017 22:30
  • Category: Reflection
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