Abstract Art

I have a better recollection of my scars than my smiles

As if my journey hasn’t conquered hundreds of miles 

That’s the mind; a fine piece of abstract art

Recollect the struggle never the start

Tough nights, thoughts galore 

Beat up my mind I’m all sore

It isn’t all what it appears to be

The mind is like the sea

Your in the middle of it all and you can’t forsee

It’s dangerous on your lonesome

But you can’t go back from where you came from

Time doesn’t benefit you in that manner

That’s life a race between time and your mental glamour



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