A sweet disposition, offering a lighter sense of cognition.
A regulatory for some. How often do thee come?
A sunset held in time, sorry for finding myself upon rhyme.
An intellect too good for its own intuition.
Sitting, waiting, wishing never gave into manipulation.
Ah ha! I overstand thy own fault added upon a grain of salt.
A phone call ignored, highly doubt it was missed upon or snored.
Fine I'll accept my call upon my own will to claim.
A hill must hiked to find royalty against fame.
Not that I ever desired either, but a life like is better than shame.
JAH it can be misunderstood for what I hoped may could.
Peace & harmony was brewed upon your own wood.
A flower has been picked and wished upon.
Can your spirit guide them and find myself calm.
I guess it has been nailed before once against his palm.
Shalom is the Rastaman way & belief.
Can yee pardon my own sense of a lesser man's grief.
I have come this far too only feel betrayed once again.
Back to the meditation asking for a when.
You know I'm no monopoly man out to play.
Lost it all so I can begin to say.
Will I ever be forgiven and sought out as a hero.
Or shall I call it quits and hail my soul all to Nero?
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