A convulsion of my thoughts
It held me back,
from where it came..? A present that my mother gave me
Mother gave me, a year before she brew into nothingness
She brew into nothingness, a path we all have to forever go; our real home
Our real home; we all have to forever go, facing joys and sorrows Joys and sorrows; those that are nothing new to the sun…
Those that are nothing new to the sun but forever never known; never known until we face them alone
Until we face them alone, do humans realize what is it to be good or bad
What it is it to be good or bad..? but a perception of your thoughts
But a perception of your thoughts; the replication of your life in a nutshell
In a nutshell…your contemplations that create your living
Your contemplations that create your living; a goblet of your choice filling in just what you have given to yourself….
a goblet of your choice filling in just what you have given to yourself….sweet or sour
Sweet or sour, your inner apparatus of views
Apparatus of views….just those that reflect your existence on the terrestrial
That reflect your existence, on the terrestrial of your living….