[Verse 1]
Silent goodbyes, recall what was shared
Then, darkening skies, all of it's impaired
Since, often I cry, to lighten what I bear
I can alter the air of a room, by just being there
My melancholia's a blanket
At times inspired by a spirit, never got to thank it
The fountain from which I draw is ornamented
A pantheon of deep thinkers, all of them are standing
Tall in their marble likeness, the spring from which
The flow emerges, is twice as rich, in the sense
That no such thing as time exists, when I write
These scripts, life can hinge on a dice pitched
The eyes are six, that's you and I with our ajnas
Aligned with the seventh chakra, can't share
What we see, but we see beyond matter when it's darker
It's not the final session, just a proffer
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This is wisdom of the holocrons, gathered through the years
Now hidden in the darkest corners of the mind
Reflect self and you will find
Synchronicity with present time, and the divine essence within
Balance of the Yang and the Yin
A language of its own when it's channelled through the pen
Write to sustain life, battle with the jinns
All we ever do is sin and repent
[Verse 2]
On the, road to perdition, forgot where the exit was
Never thought that good intention becomes anathema
Continue living life in spite, following this vision
Of giving love like it is part of my mission
I was, born a nurturer, challenged early
Late bloomer, glad I made my mistakes sooner than others
Sculpture of life, molded by strife, yet underneath
The broken ice, the token surprise, a golden heart
Once a quicksilver tongue but now I hold the thought
Focused, on watching the culprit, if he wants a part
I'm, cold as calculus, youthful as the fountain
You doubters do not amount to, as pessimism isn't a
Survivor's trait, take your pick, my side is the one
Where we kill'em with kindness, sending rivals friendly reminders
That our stories became paint, then chiseled into the walls
Of the pantheon, they're still thinking that it can't be done
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[Verse 3]
Wasn't one of the leaders, just went ahead in quiet
Went where noone'd follow, settled by the fire
Only being to feel it, madness can inspire
No believing is needed, no members in the choir
Memories of the days of old, when a smile was rare
Faded away, in favor of serenity
Used to wonder aloud who would remember me
Fondly, glancing proudly at those who used to doubt me
None of it matters now, casualties are mourned, sure
But reasons they are gone for are no longer pondered
Once vaunted, now taunted, a lightyear glare
Scorns repeat offenders, why issue more warnings?
Certain things certain people certainly will never learn
As long as you deem yourself the teacher
Cause lessons abound, beyond words, sitting on a bench
In the park, glad to be on this Earth...