Mindful Transcendence
My genius is your insanity
Just like my hell is your reality
Our opposing poles conflict and explode
For we do not share one road
And that idea to me is pure bliss
The ability to simply dismiss
And so a source of strength is born
Bore out of he who is tattered and torn
The lost child disappears
And the man emerges
Free from his battles, free from his urges
His road is long and his mind is young
But the wisdom begins when he becomes the sun
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