more eyes
then lies
watch me
even though I despise
those who critisize
I visualize as a critic
with depiction equal to nothing less than sickening
a walking paradox
wrapped in yesterdays paranoia for tommorrow
when next week is as far as you'll breathe
last month becomes a century
that scribes will only see in eons to come
eons are seconds to some
lost in the mind's grains of sand
which only stand to fall
to the lower compartment
life quickly becomes disheartening
materai manifestation fails in comparison to a simple realization of
patience
so as time slips I'm waiting and watching eras fly by
till its my turn to sprout wings and glide
with all eyes waiting to see will he soar or cowar and flee
I got one thing to say
watch me
 
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