PoeticMayheim
fishing for spiritualism Anno Domini Eternally
By: Bonafide and Doc
I'm going to find myself, if i return before i do,
i must wait...
walking away with blind sight,
troubled like red sea's waters
crawling sluggishly contemplating
surviving another day
venturing on an Odyssey of self prophesy
studying earthly (natural)remedies and philosophies,
the birds, the bees, the seeds, and the trees;
cruising greener pastures, reminiscing on days
living as a born again bastard;
searching for self, digging in the crates;
walking through damp pastures
consumed with thoughts of grandeur;
mentally coasting, floating on 9clouds
drifting for miles, but time is irrelevant
my destinations not evident;
heaven or hell which will be my soul's residence
stuck in turbulence; smelling like chemical pestilence,
what ever happened to growing up innocent
with false witnesses giving fraudulent testaments
to document that life's story is truly a test of purgatory;
with the faith of a blind man, and
sight of an old wise-man guiding my hand,
how can the big picture be so far off in the distance;
congratulations... constantly fishing for spiritualism
I'm going to find myself, if i return before i do,
i must wait...
walking away with blind sight,
troubled like red sea's waters
crawling sluggishly contemplating
surviving another day
venturing on an Odyssey of self prophesy
studying earthly (natural)remedies and philosophies,
the birds, the bees, the seeds, and the trees;
cruising greener pastures, reminiscing on days
living as a born again bastard;
searching for self, digging in the crates;
walking through damp pastures
consumed with thoughts of grandeur;
mentally coasting, floating on 9clouds
drifting for miles, but time is irrelevant
my destinations not evident;
heaven or hell which will be my soul's residence
stuck in turbulence; smelling like chemical pestilence,
what ever happened to growing up innocent
with false witnesses giving fraudulent testaments
to document that life's story is truly a test of purgatory;
with the faith of a blind man, and
sight of an old wise-man guiding my hand,
how can the big picture be so far off in the distance;
congratulations... constantly fishing for spiritualism
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fishing for spiritualism Anno Domini Eternally
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