mirrored

I was walking down to the dead end
where i met a former friend,
he told me he had spent his time
doing petty crime,
lost his mind to drugs
and meet-ups with other thugs,
he said i am now a fool
what am i supposed to do?
i told him you now have the mind to reach the top
why don't you become another man's prop
and run the world.
he scoffed and left
continued on to his next theft,
suddenly i found myself in a meadow
of my own shadow,
and i asked him what do you think of this journey we have been on?
and he said
i'm stuck in mød
lighting bød
wanting blød
watch it flød
all my thing
disappearing
reaper reaping
system cheating
dragon sleeping
children weeping
i love all the hits
change of accent
for not saying ****
god is absent
****ed out of every bit
corrupted patent,
with a mild form of detection
i found the caster of the meadows reflection
hoping for a form of lection,
he said
of my blind years i don't know if i should repent
this destiny does not feel like the one i was ment
now i'm left with retirement
and all of this resent
whoop whoop my return to the present,
with all of this tension
floating around in my imagination
i was left with the sensation
of a meadow turning into a single flower
and the words what happened with your rise to power?
is it hard to be?
without a nationality
born into slavery
grabbing the sail wanna sail free
the storm wanna swallow thee
still riding waves on the sea
i said
ive lost my way
spending each day
in this eternal
memory chase
turning nocturnal
my heath lost its pace
at-least no burned soul
but can't figure out my face
but you flower of every world
who can bend every will into a curl
speak to me in twirls
he said
i want your soul
for i took a little bit
now i want all of it
i made it my goal
to take your entire ship
put it in my dark pit
for you i will make the trip
awaken your mentality
see your reflection watch it fall,
feel your mind as it flips
taste your blood as it drips
fill my cup take a sip
feel the warmth on my lips.