Without the chemicals the need for existence
Would be the opposite of balance
I mean The ways of the earth
your home my hell
I slowly count each moment and forget to
Remember my blessings on purpose
Too many seconds fortunate - equaling
The space between each minute I am in it,
The dreams just to see who is
really compatible with me,
flight mentally Mach 8
just to replace the fallacies
I think about majesties and kingdoms
ruled by the royal families,
who am I? Kearse
recognize the formalities
of one who has walked and talked boldly
just to keep from ending up a casualty
conceited through spirituality as I am
Mentally Escorted Righteously
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