THE THINKER
many times we slip into oblivion a state of unfathomed clause our thoughts open gateways in which our minds can’t sometimes comprehend our thoughts shapes our words but a thinker dissects in million ways carefully diving into each seas to explore before choosing from a thousand reasons the thinker dies many times before his body does too many dying, making it a clause his mind is a bloodless battlefield littered with bodies and gory sights a darkness hovers above his sanity a different breed, they stand unopposed day in day out, they battle relentlessly like a beautiful page, they redesign their words are beautiful, insanity speaks volume their ways are enviable, chameleon mode their love is pure, totally questionable their smile is lit, mental switch w so chaotic, yet so powerful minds always on the edge, so graceful a billion death in a subtle way...
