History Poem by phillip seymore

just trying to tell his story but his story is my history still meditating on clues to this mystery its been slippery holding on to the world's witchery and trickery only leads me down the dark path i now call misery i want you to follow my words when your listening cause i dont believe in mythology training my brain everyday to become prodigy just for you to follow my philosophy use my words for you to follow me and write books like Socrates but do it modernly its matter i still can survive the impact how can i lose my mind while its still intact dreams of the click clack i wish i could switch back to days i couldn't hear that problems like this leave me with a twist hat there's a fork in the road but its a twist track so how can i drive once i hear that cat and rat its a constant combat cause the world is moving at the speed and all it ends is splat but my cushion to this world is when me and god chat