Wrought
Stars are wrought with endless minds of thoughtful intentions
But not nearly enough are wrought with our silent conviction
A spoken thought with endless meanings endless destinations
To yet point out all of the unsaid complications
To always ponder over dreary insecure thoughts
What have I done what have I wrought
Yearn and believe tomorrow is a brighter day
Not another complication I hope, I pray
Could have or might not know whats down that tunnel
A figment, my imagination, I'll stumble
Confusing? I know live in my mind for a day
These are endless nightmarish things going on I say
Haunting my present my future my core
Its who I am misunderstood thought to be perfect a Lore
Simple it may seem on an unpainted canvas that's already finished
Predetermined before the wrapping was wrapped and the clothes furnished
Yet to deal with something one did not create is some we might not want
Damaged goods, broke and unappealing something not to flaunt
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Never back down because i am never afraid of failing.
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