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Reflections...

blase deviant

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Staring into the mirror of my inner depths,
Like water on a lake, clear day,
Thoughts spread in my wake,
Like when I was a young boy used to ignore,
Never knew it was there for my sake,
Inner soul, just to annoy, now I look to the inside,
Still looking for him but now I can't find him.

But I got what I wanted, now I'm gone, like to song,
Maybe I'm looking the wrong way, mistakes I made, price I pay,
Keep my mind on the brightside, no more nighttime, high time,
No need to go wild when I rhyme, reflect,
Stare in the mirror right into these inner depths.

I keep on staring at inner reflection,
Musings bring a spark even through the dark,
Because I know they're just testing,
True fire is used to make glass,
So I let these visions, let it blast,
Like a patient, always waiting for something better...
sometimes these thoughts come unfettered
But I know in the end I'm glorious, future victorious.
Cling to the thoughts within, it hardens you like an urn,
Let it pass, c'mon and let the stereo, inner thoughts,
blast never spurn.

There may be a bit of mold, these thoughts are old,
but still I perservere learn from this here,
Thoughts of mine that keep coming,
But I seperate my past and future, never run from them.

Staring into the mirror of my inner depths,
Like water on a lake, clear day,
Thoughts spread in my wake,
Like when I was a young boy used to ignore,
Never knew it was there for my sake,
Inner soul, just to annoy, now I look to the inside,
Still looking for him but now I can't find him.
These thoughts may be weak but the beats are strong,
Like the heart in my chest, pass any test,
But sometimes I presume, this presumption,
Too much gumption let my beast take over and fill me up,
But always I remember the half full cup.

This rapping is like an addiction,
Fiction, keeps me flowing, keeps me going,
Through my stages from boy to dad,
Ain't no passing fad, though this body is shoddy,
Won't last, just like these, my, inner reflections.

Now that I've cooled down now,
Know I rule now no need for a glock to cock or
throw down,
Got class like hardened diamond blast,
Wouldn't even shoot Bambi, don't believe let the mirror try me
I be getting hit and run hearing tires and glocks,
I pick up the broken windshield glass against the cocks.

But sometimes I tire, from all this fire,
That's when I need to peace out,
Space out, even though I know this flow is only temporary.
Because I know it'll take your life so low, so slow.

Reflections nothing to be scared of,
Long as you keep in mind it's always a full cup, never rupture,
Never break down my inner structure.
Optimistic as I think, they don't raise a, stink.
Just better myself, no need to erase this, just case this,
these reflections, got a head on my shoulders,
When these thoughts are hardened they can move boulders.

Like 30 days and 30 nights in the wilderness or jungle,
I may take missteps in the dark but never stumble.
Pieces of a puzzle I try to juggle, in this flame,
I still strive through this, I'll thrive, survive.
No need for fame, I've got mine.
The enemy is here inside, like constant nine... to five
Still I flow with this reflected vibe and thrive.


Tell me what you think?
 
I was intrigued by the thoughts and theme of this poem however I think you can further develop your paragraph structure. At first glance the piece appears a bit long, investigate into efficently expressing your message. Great write :D
 
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