Post by Genkaku on May 6, 2014 14:23:58 GMT
Infinite resilience as the wind does blow,
Starin out the window blindly,
Feelin my new found hope,
Surges through my mind and throat,
Even got it on my clothes,
Fingerprint of the soul pressed against the pane and sill,
Lookin out all the while through truths concealed, to conclude
Repetition of past experiences and until I arrive, I'm mute, observin,
Smilin at the distance shown, vivid envisions of potential,
In particular, a spittin image, representin the length I'll go
To replenish lost minutes I spent in conviction I enlisted myself in,
Hittin my head against the grid, believing I’m different, wonderin what’s wrong
instead of daydreamin, ever since sittin, starin out the window of an Elementary premise,
Now I’m takin back permission that was dismissed then and replace what wasn’t missin,
Finally learned to pay attention, sixth sense extension affixed on hidden intentions of the livin
Figured out to see inside decisions and project benignly when faced with resistance,
Extinguish doubt, or at least try, diminish grout, so my thoughts are like liquid now,
Refine and iron out my ideas, ideals and all my life in single file,
Past, Present and Future trials compile to finalize drafts of lessons,
To let loose ambition hung up in the sun to wither,
Now I raise in an instant through roofs like Luke,
Penetratin, extensive measures taken to ensure my position favors predictions,
Waitin for recognition,
But patience is my God given gift of genius,
Genuine features of an Artistic nature in DNA and thus on paper, screens,
Pens or keys act as antennas when needed, for now I delay transmissions
And will proceed when my will seems fittest,
And right now all I see is ribs and skin, feedin my mind dishes exquisite,
Relieving friction with fiction and dreams with action,
Forever seeking passion, to ensure regret is absent when I’m passin,
Made that a pact,
Fin.
Starin out the window blindly,
Feelin my new found hope,
Surges through my mind and throat,
Even got it on my clothes,
Fingerprint of the soul pressed against the pane and sill,
Lookin out all the while through truths concealed, to conclude
Repetition of past experiences and until I arrive, I'm mute, observin,
Smilin at the distance shown, vivid envisions of potential,
In particular, a spittin image, representin the length I'll go
To replenish lost minutes I spent in conviction I enlisted myself in,
Hittin my head against the grid, believing I’m different, wonderin what’s wrong
instead of daydreamin, ever since sittin, starin out the window of an Elementary premise,
Now I’m takin back permission that was dismissed then and replace what wasn’t missin,
Finally learned to pay attention, sixth sense extension affixed on hidden intentions of the livin
Figured out to see inside decisions and project benignly when faced with resistance,
Extinguish doubt, or at least try, diminish grout, so my thoughts are like liquid now,
Refine and iron out my ideas, ideals and all my life in single file,
Past, Present and Future trials compile to finalize drafts of lessons,
To let loose ambition hung up in the sun to wither,
Now I raise in an instant through roofs like Luke,
Penetratin, extensive measures taken to ensure my position favors predictions,
Waitin for recognition,
But patience is my God given gift of genius,
Genuine features of an Artistic nature in DNA and thus on paper, screens,
Pens or keys act as antennas when needed, for now I delay transmissions
And will proceed when my will seems fittest,
And right now all I see is ribs and skin, feedin my mind dishes exquisite,
Relieving friction with fiction and dreams with action,
Forever seeking passion, to ensure regret is absent when I’m passin,
Made that a pact,
Fin.
