My Life/ Crossing the Streams

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Thoughts,

Logs lost in a stream.

Drifting away,

but they were destined to bring,

Ideas,

Love,

and the American Dream.

But wild horses buck when they see the reigns.

 

Thoughts,

Logs lost in a stream. 

Wading out

to make a route,

towards the newest scene.

Build a house with memories,

a heavenly theme.

Build a set so you can act out 

everything. 

 

Thoughts,

foundation of a home. 

You aren't who you think

underneath ethic's dome.

Feeling so alone,

like you're in a phantom zone.

A phantom that can't even fathom actions of it's own.

 

Thoughts,

foundation of a home. 

Temptation is its own type of nation,

seize the throne.

Get stoned,

take a break from reality's clone. 

Deep breath,

hold it in,

let it out, you're blown. 

 

Thoughts,

they construct your self.

Attitude,

Aptitude,

and mental health.

If you're a real class act  

I wish you wealth.

I'm cloaked in agony,

but bereft of stealth.

 

Thoughts,

intangible construct. 

They're the life force that I use to muster up,

courage,

knowledge,

and champion stuff.

Make sure you stay tough,

Lady Luck is a must. 

 

Happiness,

it comes from your thoughts. 

Sought by so many,

it will wither and rot.

Time forgives the lives,

that are tragically lost.

Compost feeds the seeds,

where lust and love have crossed.

 

Circle of life,

lives called to be brought,

to the old flower bed.

Watered, fed, and wrought. 

You can feel perfect in every way,

not by Internet surfin

or an image change,

but by accepting who you are,

not rejecting all the scars,

because they make you who you are,

charming,

and beautiful as art.

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