The most important step to maturity is humility.
Everything changes with time, a boundless reflection of introspection; and I’ve had many years to see.
Fully grounded; I’m no longer flying.
A destiny alike to a dark horse; even though the future seems clear.
Maybe I need someone to pull the reins so that I’ll rear.
Concurrently choking back the tears; I continue to play seer.
Even though I am still young; I feel as though my end is near.
Apostle of the nine worlds; chasing the dragon euphoria.
Marbling in my skin makes me feel glorious.
The long and narrow road is rightfully notorious.
Set in alabaster stone; the names of notable historians who will write a story of tragedy.
Ode to contradiction; the march to oblivion.
Conjuring poetic insight.
Summoning intellectual stimulation from the four corners.
Attempting to make something of the white noise droning.
Escalate the tiny details into points of meaning; laughing at how shallow it all is.
I could never give enough; nor teach substantiality to a majority.
I could never hold leverage or sway over the ever budding mind; and I could never say elevate to my level or fall behind.
For I am just a wanderer of the ethereal plane..
An apostle of the nine worlds; chasing the dragon euphoria.
Marbling in my skin makes me feel glorious.
The long and narrow road is rightfully notorious.
Set in alabaster stone; the names of notable historians who will write a story of tragedy.
Ode to contradiction; the march to oblivion.
The most important step to maturity is humility; and I have fortified all of mine.
I have found my apogee of belief; and I have found controlled opposition mired in epithets.
The hold of cognitive dissonance is no longer strong enough to keep me hypnotized.
Monkey see, monkey do.
If I were weaker could I gouge out my eyes, cut off my ears, and sew my mouth shut; experience nothing new?
All I know is; with time I grew.
A boundless reflection of introspection; and I’ve had many years to see.
Fully grounded; I’m no longer flying.
An apostle of the nine worlds; chasing the dragon euphoria.
Marbling in my skin makes me feel glorious.
The long and narrow road is rightfully notorious.
Set in alabaster stone; the names of notable historians who will write a story of tragedy.
Ode to contradiction; the march to oblivion.
Even though I am still young; I feel as though my end is near.
Yet I will not live in fear.
The march to oblivion. –Michael Kabu Ament
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