Incoherent thoughts flourish within one of the few that refuses to let them sit forgotten in the bin a spreading cancer seeking an answer that changes like the seasons having a hard time trying to find the reason why holding them still in time with a dope rhyme flowing through in various hues some darker than others depending on how you view the different spectrums I paint plenty will complain just remember we aint the same spreading like a wildfire this addiction to the pen has become an everlasting desire that will never be truly satisfied it will always thrive within the mind never to be forgotten this love will continue past after my body has rotten call this what you will a kid who shouldn't try an rhyme withering time away you probably won't realize this, but it gives me a piece of mind incoherent non relevant total opposition to your position leaving an abstract rendition the definition of inquisition until my composition is called to a finish my verses will not diminish remaining a cipher to some the ones that think this is dumb hieroglyphs for the lost ones that miss the meaning coming across
