Transcended

But be the night, your love and dream

Your body only fosters your creativity

From Aphrodity love to acrimony war

Who wouldn't want to change the world

Whatever manifests inside the enigmatic mind

Is meant to be shared, created, but not destroyed

Memories cannot be recycled

Like broken toys

The mind is meant to be lurid, explicit

Like the lyrics stained on your heart,

Don't fix it,

Because you are transcended and idiosyncratic

Sensational, make it a habit

Don't chase the back lights of a muscle car 

In NYC

You were created by the foam and heart of an endless sea

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