What has become of thy soul?
Where has it lost its one memories toll?
thy thoughts have become overwhelmed
The visions I now see are,
What is that could become of thy,
Which is me
My life needs new directions
Thy heart speaks of imperfections
I have seen this world through many eyes
Contemplating all these thoughts
Which hide behind a mirror of reflected images
most face the world
Though I can not stand Of what was to past,
And of to come
Do you see my deer?
Can you pick out the plot?
With riddles I speak
However, it is quite clear
In the sentence, how and what has become of me
Confusion, and fear have now become my greatest enemies.
I must find the turn table, the clock of time
So thy soul can live again
And breath once more
Along the way, I ask for help
Though this young man knows
He can not withstand this world alone

Wow that was a great poem

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