Adjectivity

A random canopy of hopes own vanity

Candidly the man is me

Family tree-standing free

Take whatever life is handing me

Send it back broken or beautiful

Not outspokenly suitable

Not a masked social crucible

I’m the one that lives when I breathe

My heart of gold in a steel cage on my sleeve

A chosen fate, I hold the weight, open my gate

In rhythm with liquid visions that I see

I’m a hard shell to crack and relax openly

Backstage, blank page, and no trophy

Hollow forces hold me ghostly

In his castle a man waits

Words cascade as his hand drapes-

A reality of passionate landscapes

Positive flow of generated energy

What shines is what’s meant to be

It’s a legacy’s recipe for a real complete destiny

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