The moment I lost my eternal introvision, the feathers of wisdom that decorated my mind and helped keep me in line, for it not my time I've been behaving quietly and standing patiently in line, for each passing hour I hunger to devour the need to run from authority, when did this become my highest priority?
Be it my innate desire to understand my loss of reasoning, it's not mine for anyone to hire, this world has turned me into a liar, to protect my inner most desires. No one has the fire to jumpstart my lack of foresight, because only with the window of hindsight can one have the insight of reflection, now my intention to navigate forward with no more than wisdom alone.
To this moment I hold hope, I choose reasoning rather than just believing, things can quite easily be deceiving, because being the victim of gaslit dreaming, leads the self to continually question, what are indeed my intentions? It's because of this treason alone I declare war.
Adorn my body with beautiful feathers to attract positive energy around my soul, for a long time in the cold I may be bold enough to say, my mind is no longer lead astray nor at all locked inside disarray. Instead I'm boggled by my time inside, bemused by what I considered the benchmark of time.
At the end of the day, the words I choose to say come from deep inside my defragmented mind, where the elusive hand of time ticks by the hour. No more floundering, I flourish out of the fire. Strong enough to get up again, picking up my pen whilst turning the page… Back to chapter one.
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