In this world of mine
There are no straight lines
There are no clear signs
But yet everything remains defined
So I wonder why
Why my absence is no hindrance
Why I must end a sentence
In punctuation, frustration
Makes me lose concentration
So in myself, I seek perfection,
In myself, I seek affection
In exception, to all those
Who oppose, the way things flow
I
Move to and fro,
And so
My smiles come and go
I don’t know,
And that’s one thing I’ve come to accept
Something I expect
And my secret unkept
What I speak has depth
But to the def, it’s considered “fresh”
My guess?
What we fail to realize is -we can’t force, what we don’t endorse
And without a source, you have no choice
But to stop…so I will…
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