Classic

You are a classic, created 1 of 1, authentic masterpiece with no canvas,

What if I told you, a lie that was so true, that it got stuck like gorilla glue, gotta discern and pursue the proof, plus live and learn, not to do what the fools do, beauty has always been in the eye of the beholder, so do yourself a solid, try to live bigger and bolder, picture a perfect vision, captured sublime transcendence, sometimes the future feels within reach, but yet still appears to be distant, like conflicting memories, battling for the same existence, my mind is just a gallery, filled with endless renditions, harmonious works of art, an abundance of love, mixed with the tiniest bits of terror, like a fallen angel, wondering forever, aimlessly throwing darts, within perpetual darkness, but hoping to hit the mark, a generation spawned, direct from the raw uncut era, where no amount of makeup or mascara, can begin to repair or cover, blemished and bruised hearts, but nowadays being real is an lost art, open your phone and find, a waste of another beautiful mind, and with each tick tock of the clock, a clone is made, got people selling their souls, so social media companies, can continuously get paid,

Your beauty is not just outward appearance, so don’t let it solely define you,

You gotta guard against blind adherence, and covet your every move,

You are a classic, created 1 of 1, genuine masterpiece no canvas, so copying what is done, or following the crowd, is pure madness,

I’m just a single being, amongst many in this world, on a floating spinning ball, that we are all, programmed to call earth, experiencing this realm, for a mere glimpse, from birth until we return to the dirt, we are just under equipped souls, trying find our way, while yearning for control, we at times, without wings, attempt to take flight, or try to find light, amid the darkest of nights, we all too often depart or take off, without foresight thoughts, or consideration for fall, many fail to prepare a landing space, so once we descend, from higher to lower, at an unrivaled pace, we have no idea or clue, of what we shall face, time after time, our tomorrows are sacrificed, for a little joy today, but they say that’s just life, and that’s the price to play the game, no one’s taking attendance, so it’s on you to show up, and enhance your experience, some wear masks to temporarily hide the truth, but the heart provides the sublime proof, so stand tall, face the music, and let the over flow, of love shine through, don’t fall for the gimmick, of becoming a copy to fit in, it’s better to remain authentic,

Your beauty is not just outward appearance, so don’t let it solely define you,

You gotta guard against blind adherence, and covet your every move,

You are a classic, created 1 of 1, genuine masterpiece no canvas, so copying what is done, or following the crowd, is pure madness,