Ambiguous...
The mirror image
of what I see
is what I wished not to be...
Back in the day,
I laid there
knowing not to play there!
Yet I ventured
and now I stay there!
F'ed up line of thinking
has my whole life stinking
w/ the stench
of unsuccess.
Full of misdirection
and pessimistic counsel...
A few days at a time
I smoked an ounce full...
Brain damaged mindset
made me mindful
now I rage in a china shop
like a blind bull...
While talking to myself,
I get an answer,
I hear voices,
yet no one stands there...
...Before me,
But me,
Still wishing I could be
opposite of what I see.
(c) A. Dacosta Brathway
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