In my custody, eyes which accurately penetrate.
Perception battle tested so I know how to differentiate.
I unmistakably recognize the fine line separating love and hate.
Effortless logical reasoning to me,
What's real, what's fake.
There lives too much confidence in me,
So you can never complicate
This understanding in me
Because this clarity is my fate.
I truly appreciate
This wonderful state
Of mind and being
I feel like…
I could sing off key
And still hear a touch of beauty.
I feel like…
I could exist and in all honesty be happy with or without
Love. Peace of mind uplifts.
Once upon a time my vision was faulty
My eyes were glazed over with negativity
I didn't try, and thus couldn't see
The capacity for good in all things
I focused on the ugly
In others and in me
Now its apparent, the potential in all beings
To commit deeds both cruel and seraphim
And now I am able to tell the difference between
Demons, angels, lovers, haters, and all in between
False prophets now know and agree
That it's futile to approach me with the lies they preach
For
With this new found clarity, my mind is well out of reach
www.poetrypoem.com/iwannabe
Holla at em Time is money
Perception battle tested so I know how to differentiate.
I unmistakably recognize the fine line separating love and hate.
Effortless logical reasoning to me,
What's real, what's fake.
There lives too much confidence in me,
So you can never complicate
This understanding in me
Because this clarity is my fate.
I truly appreciate
This wonderful state
Of mind and being
I feel like…
I could sing off key
And still hear a touch of beauty.
I feel like…
I could exist and in all honesty be happy with or without
Love. Peace of mind uplifts.
Once upon a time my vision was faulty
My eyes were glazed over with negativity
I didn't try, and thus couldn't see
The capacity for good in all things
I focused on the ugly
In others and in me
Now its apparent, the potential in all beings
To commit deeds both cruel and seraphim
And now I am able to tell the difference between
Demons, angels, lovers, haters, and all in between
False prophets now know and agree
That it's futile to approach me with the lies they preach
For
With this new found clarity, my mind is well out of reach
www.poetrypoem.com/iwannabe
Holla at em Time is money