I have found parts of myself from meditation and deep thinking
People were right it was a dark aura of darkness and pain
From seeing this made my heart and body sick
My alter egos are haunting me as if they were in front of me
As when your spirit is strained and you limited to change
I wonder if I use truth into play maybe changing isn’t that hard
As the truth...is limitless in its range but wait take a look
If you, take away a 'T' and look at it in reverse,
it could hurt, look at the grimaces of the pain
Damn how I become a fool’s imagery of a lost soul
As this what starts in clouded minds and finishes in the rain
where impression is the queen and ignorance is the king
A lost art, no apprentices with any trainers to teach them
The creativity of true self image…does this mean I’m not alone?
I bet they're brainwashed, no interest in their true purpose
No candles in its memory, No remembrance of their creation
Just a mystery not to mention in the history of the chain as well
Just an unmarked grave that menaces that was forgotten to society
With the propaganda reporting their stupidity and their sins
Die as lost souls of the lord themselves with no character
To follow up for their fame or glory as
Where revolution of expressing themselves
To find their place in this world is dead...
My transformation is this… Be smart, never discriminate
Stay resistance and committed to what you saying
because they'll flip it the minute that you refrain
Read the books and the lines, and the literature in between
You have be educated when going against the falsehoods
Pay attention, they illegitimate in their theories and beliefs
Become who you are from beneath your soul and live your purpose
Compton Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-transformation-3/
