Success is a compliment
Failure a goading towards accomplishment
I'd need clones to count on fingers and toes the dwindling and rekindling of hopes
A tattered frame adorned by growing pains
Lotta situations stay relevant in rotation as I'm pacing.
Facing the itch to define my existence
Free bird in a turbulent condition
The elders don't listen due to their childhood conditions
The children don't listen cause they dislike defining fiction from nonfiction
I paint with morbid depictions on the silver linings of nimbus
Free falling to a higher condition as if impacting to my death was all fiction
Fools can be old
And sages young.
Wars fought with knives are often won with guns.
Fair isn't always fair to everyone
Can't trust em to share, so what's the fun?
Always that one bad apple that comes
Cocky 'nuff to grapple with the sun
Actions never added to a sum
Whether on a hill or a shack the shams the same
Game remarks at the chip on the chizzle
Life is hard, you need the proper tools to break through to the issue
No one wants to miss you , this dead poet raises issues
Misused and askew but still kickin flows so new
Sometimes I feel so old around all these wacky dudes
Really kinda crude how this inspiration blooms
Kick a funky tune and pagemaster the room
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