Lost in the depths of my innocence
I embark with full pride
To a choice composed with rhythm
Of naivity as I seek to explore the hidden treasures
Flowing in and out of my conscious effort
Absorviing the intent of every action
With carefulness of words through my eyes
I try to recover with hope a certainty
Built in the walls of virtue
In an attempt to remedy this continuous malady
Of mine
Once again I have missed the aim!
Weaker than the drinks of sin
Than the disbelief of a supreme entity
That speeds rapidly away from sincerety
I have become
I have come to know that forbidden things kept away from holistic states
Are truly medicine to the soul
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