Emotional warfare · Life · philosophy · poetry · principles

The mantle

Pass it down

pass it down. . .

I see myself with my own crown,

can i take yours

and make it mine,

why then i see nothing but an object with nothing about it,

when i put that mantle,


i hear nothing

i see nothing

feels any worn out thing,

yet something about it

that makes me move

that makes me groove

and feel my life

is about to

change.

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