boomer

I've been through
         so much bullshit
Yet, I'm incredibly blessed
Making me
         hard to understand
& even harder to impress
I often cry
   over the simple pleasures
Sheading tears
  over my greatest treasures
Falling to pieces
after I conquer the Monsters
Resting so peaceful
  I often feel awkward

Uneasy & standoffish
with the more I accomplish
   Persuing this conquest
with out an accompliss
No reflective transitions
            or
 Intelectual transmissions
When all my intuitions
are subconcious visions
Seen in the dark
        & felt out in Space
 Conducting an 'arc'
to make out your face
For a single spark
   is all it will take
to leave my mark
& change your taste...