LOST::PROVISIONAL DEVOTION

"I lack the necessary tools to help me get right/ So take your place as the temporary savior" - Woman Tonight - Felt

I maneuver thru secular devotion and avoid metaphysical divinity... Grand illusions created by flesh, my mind in disarray... falsely stating "it'll be ok." And then I ponder some more, create personas, to acclimate "self" and explore my environment to induce blind trust... "You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn’t returned... Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn’t let me learn"

UNBALANCED::LOST IN TRANSLATION

-I had a convo with my soul I asked it, "When will this shit change?"

My manifesto lost in translation, tainted by false loves, resurrected by her inimitable inducement / Only to create moments of disparity with no novelties/ but I rise beyond the aphrodisia and announce peace to my soul/ balance restored thru self preservation.....