Can't help it.
No matter the fit.
Delusional mind.
Crule not kind
I refuse to aid
What within me made
Emotions of wellness
Love and forgivness
Changed my whole being
Into this that is doing
What is my own nature
That never got the nurture
To blossom and shine
Uniquely just mine
Now then and now when
I am a knot type of zen.
Should i lower
Maybe talk slower
So as not to over come
Those not even begun.
To know of nothing
Inside a skin fluctuating.
Leaking and being sticky
Guessing where can be tricky.
All points at once
As data you dunce
Retrieved by the i
Awareness that flies
Above and not physical
It's science not mystical
Proves the delusion
Being in collusion
That I am indeed
Real enough to feed.
©wrennie
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