Hallucination taking a hold of my thoughts
Mind contemplating the gaping hole of impossibility
Say no talent was found
Where none was sought
A constant battle with negatives
My mind has fought
Summoned a modicum of bravery and starved ideas to death
Found consolation in the memory of a simpleton's soul
The zeal is no foreign attack like terrorist threats
The mental wave bursts out of hills and valleys
And scatter beings of all kinds like compost over a dying plant
Resilient and foreboding
the haunted Medusa prophecy coming to pass
What the hell was I thinking,
See you later in class.
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