His mind is a rolling wheel
Thoughts of journey
Never seems to end
Words disperse like rain
Evaporates and condensates
A book and a pen
The book of desire, He longed to write
How far conscious am I?
In disgust, you became the saint
Burnt away all the pages
The ashes serve as souvenir
To moments that fade away
A loss of time, but compensates
To memory, a present to past
A friend to remember, an enemy to forget
In regards, the child has a hold of him
Let him play, regardless
The adult matures, he must work and pay
He is asleep, so lost in his dreams
You be the alarm to wake him up
In a battle, would he keep his promises
To surrender or
Fight a battle further
Or to be a murderer?
His differences are so constrained
Abandon is the rage, he sums up to
A person we’re familiar with
The personality divided, remainder into two
In consummation,
Extortion of his dreams is a crime
He redeems retribution
Retribution is a transgression
An act of crime,
So he has a confession to rhyme
He confess,
He calls you parents
And he is the child
You forget the remembrance
He is to believe
And you are the faith
He confess,
He is still, numb in faith
His poetry flows in motion
A cry, tear drops from these eyes
His poem is blocked by dams of emotion
A question to answer
How can the river flow into an ocean?
How would the river flow into the ocean?
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