You plea for sobriety as I pledge to Enlightenment
This american dis-continent.
Nirvana drawing me in, can’t stop thinking
Meditation mirroring my moods.
susceptible to suffering. Emptying it all.
This face i’ve grown up with is not my own.
This life i’ve lived
This face i’ve known
leaves me now.
Binge and purge emotions
up and down.
Manic.
Depressed.
Un-expressive
Expelled, Explosive.
Level headed now, let me go.
I can make it on my own.
This life i’ve lived is not my own.
I’m finding myself.
All the greatest things come in 3’s
Lethargy, balance and chaos.
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