I have been granted an enigmatic vision
To tune out the world and ignore the reality shows on television
I can articulate my thoughts of joy or pain with great precision
And in the process detail the ignorance of the masses with a minute incision
Now grant it
I have been granted
To view the world with a perspective slightly slanted
But even though my intellectuality of emotions are skewed
I know what has under the surface brewed
I know that the old me was inconvenienced and subdued
He spoke with slanderous bitterness and was pompous and rude
A young undefined dude
Who was spiritually nude and still verbally crude
Although slightly mighty and prude
It was all intellectual philosophy
In this world, I was considered quite shrewd
But God blessed and raised me amazingly
To speak audaciously
Rampantly ravishing minds
And made my spirit to be lavishly spaciously
Now I am here to offer some insight
Into the realm of the spiritual
And it shall be done in the metaphysical style of this lyrical
Hidden code in this written prose
High grammar type flows
Ego first ends
And then, and ONLY then – does the spirit grow!
SkTzO