My thought makes a goddess on itself on the mirror.
It plays vision on what myself want to be.
It says: Hi! This is you. Think positively, then you'll be alright.
But still, I confused with what is coming out.
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What is justice all about?
No path, no explanation,
Just feeling shaped by morality,
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This poem,
Access to time without boundary,
From the beginning,
God created the universe alone,
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Entry into your mind
Blurring you into your satisfaction
Treacherous from what is your merit, invisible
In your lonely, it was empowered by
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I owe a luxurious condo in prime area,
I am stuck in the small place,
Without land
And without garden.
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Loss Of Consciousness
My thought makes a goddess on itself on the mirror.
It plays vision on what myself want to be.
It says: Hi! This is you. Think positively, then you'll be alright.
But still, I confused with what is coming out.
He is really me inside or outside the mirror?
Or he is somebody else.
There is no sign he is me.
My thought doesn't tell the truth who is this guy on the mirror?
Or he only just makes a joke on me.
He is standing in front of me with no face.