Help this flow,
cannot rejuvenate itself.
Lay a safety net,
an identity from the shelf.
I've seen Me live and die a thousand times.
Proficiencies fulfilled by perfect rhymes.
I'm awake, I'm free.
Spectacles help reinstate the perfect me.
This has to be it,
I'm perfectly equipped.
My eyes can't lie, this must be real,
What more could I possibly conceal?
I am flawless,
need to keep telling myself this.
No need for guarantee,
surround myself with those who agree.
No need for "god,"
seems ridiculous to me.
A higher level outside myself?
A need to plea?
Childish views,
think I'll just let my body take over.
Wait for a perfect day,
or a four leaf clover?
My veins are swollen,
from the ideas I have stolen.
Rejecting my flaws makes me a jerk.
I'll just let my ego take over and do the work.
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I really like your poetry, and enjoy the allusion of your blog's title. I'll keep checking back.
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