"Poetic Justice."

Poetic Justice

Sickly and weak are a humbled homosexuals dreams,

As he walks through his past engraved with deafening screams.

So legion(predicate) lost moments once frozen in time

Allows a man to believe hes committed a crime.

Not knowing what to do or what road to take;

The confusion grips tightly and constricts like a snake.

But the freedom does ring so true and so sweet,

Emancipation of stupor holds thicker than concrete.

And how to obtain this elated bliss, it could be a night a day or epiphanies kiss.

Anything to bring one off the drop cloth of disarray.

It could happen tomorrow it could happen today.

Methods of logic prove flop at times,

But the key to freedom is non solely found in the mind.

Abstract reasoning that lyes outside of the box,

Such as the ability to be cunning like a fox.

Resorting to violence is an easy escape,

But it is not the path of which a Socrates takes.

I once knew a boy from Kalamazoo

So locked in confusion he did not know what to do.

His mentor suggested an plume point of view

But the aspiring mathematician still knew not what to do.

Deeper and deeper the depression sank

And pellucid thinking was still drawing blanks.

On the sill of his window about dozen stories high

He could not even muster enough emotion to cry.

Now pure(a) into the moon and the great beyond

He was still confused about what went wrong.

With his finale glimpse of earth merely for charity,

He found a renascence as his eye caught clarity.

You see the reflection of the moon resembled a heart on the lake.

He recognized divinity and knew it was not a mistake.

The confusions the problems they may as well all be the same...

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