Author: Pezo


im so happy i don't know whats wrong with me
i just don't, can't seem to figure myself out
my thoughts the things that come out, my mouth
its like a genius mind experiencing drought
giving a lot of thought to nothing
the something i come up with amazes me
actions speaks louder than words yet still
the the thought is a verb does it make any sense
the things we do, i have no clue what comes
next in this string of manifesting text
uncertain the way i behave i'm a slave
to the out come every moment i chose to react
i have no control that's a fact
a spirit with the mind and body intact
every thing i do is an act of choice directed
by a divine subconcious voice which makes me able
is this why you label me unstable

------- Author's Notes -------

we do live in an unstable universe from the climate to the way chemicals react the out come is never certain with something you've never tried


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