converting the old instead of hating it

an old mind tries to find a way to bind itself to what is, but it's not and a lot of what is gets shot a lot but it prevails. it never fails. the old mind tries to set sail but what mail it tries to send can never bend what is to what's better having met an end. I'm a friend to things moving toward an end I bend what I can and press send but if it's dark and offends I can't pretend. i defend instead. thoughts in my head are bled into action which is why negativity is subject to subtraction no action is a fraction that goes neglected if I see it then it's connected and if it's infected it needs to be corrected so I fix it and I mix it and twist it into other names to where it's better off based off of what it's saying I'm paying only with time of mine and that's fine, I like the line of song that grows more strong when things find a place to belong