Poem

I'm traveling 1000 miles an hour

I feel my power growing higher than the highest towers

Way ahead of my time information I devour

In the bowels of the system run by cowards

The present doesn’t understand me nor do I connect

Any attempt to define my character is incorrect

You can't describe what's already perfect 

No understanding can be understood when you deep reflect

Only dissolving to the best when it is you who's left

Retrospect take the time to check the dialect that's said

And realize nothing comes close to what's in your chest

The future isn't here, the future isn't now

Nor is the past a reality to now

All these thoughts are caught up in the clouds

How do I speak out to verberate the sound

Enough to terminate the foul, while the murder rate goes down?

Turn the page around, don't lose ground

And focus on the underrated found

And when you got it let it go it isn't true it's just to prove

What you already knew that you are nothing if not the thoughts that you conclude

And what you do, to the spirit that you induce

Do you hear what I speak when these thoughts intrude

In the form of words that are known by few? LZ