Be my yesterday,
a gift,
to my present.
Be my tomorrow,
formed,
by such.
Be me,
in time,
intensely tethered to ownership.
For,
each second shall define,
my mind.
And,
since the age of three,
I've been in control,
of my design.
Oh,
be there,
no other me.
Be there,
only this anomalistic consciousness,
which seeks to speak.
Oh,
be there,
the universe,
which speaks from me.
Sound,
formed from the depths of one's abyss.
Truth,
becomes the definition of one's breathe.
Oh,
to fully exist.
To be,
constantly tethered to bliss.
Be not,
a mind one shall miss.
Be not,
a being unseen.
For,
within one's simplicity,
be there,
nothing,
everything...
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