Sprit Trinkets.

Reflection eternal in the pools of my mind, Sunday morning's sunshine filters through the tinted windows of my modern day physical prison. I specify the state, because my mind will never be shackled. Reflection eternal translated in my fingers, in my mouth, in my brain.

Reflection eternal helps me unwind.

Ooooo.

It's just random train of thoughts, no styling, no concealer just me and my brain connecting to the tubes of my fickle heart. In and out, up and down, left and right feel the vibe.

Support the underground. Support the soul.

There is freedom in finding yourself, when you take the world expectations off your shoulders you find the ultimate path to spiritual redemption. All in the spirit, all in the mind, your material objects can never define.

Am I rhyming? When I did start doing that? My poetry develops unconsciously to free flowing instrumentals in the extensive library of my musical tastes.

No cock blocking please this one's mine.

Light it up and float away, the trials will pass, the path will reveal itself.

Find yourself and touch forever.

Amen.