Multiple mastermind
Reaching to the heavens for words and skeims (sp).
And off to the divorce you go.
Your baby body is your first sign.
The monkey of a mind, caught in a world wind of times.
You push your brains through the bars yet gain no freedom so
far.
You try every good thing you can imagine and some bad things
tomorrow.
But relief never comes.
It's only a game of sorrow.
But do you have to play?
As long as you stay you have a turn.
To turn things around
To make a unique sound.
To play your cage as a victory.
To show mind that you are more than just me.
It's like biting your teeth.
Or satisfying greed.
Realizing you are already free proves there to be no need.
Party and push your brains to succeed.
When your done pick your feelings and souls off the floor and
breath infinitely.
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