Roaming through Rome's ancient roads all alone,
The days tally up when you're all that you know.
A piece of me hasn't ceased seeking Sicily,
I'm hoping to meet someone beautiful.
The flowers of Florence influence my poems,
Their petals, like verses, unfurl in full bloom.

The world could be submerged,
probably no longer on this earth.
The ground has split In two.
I don’t know a thing
‘cause all I can
think about is
you

She’s broken.
I’m addicted.
We both need a fix.

Look, Mom, I finally took form.
You never gave lectures.
You thought I was stubborn.
Your son is just headstrong.
But I must have hit my head on something.
If it wasn’t the headboard, it was the ceiling. That’s what I head for.
My teachers were dead wrong.
I never took to the streets, only risks.
Even if my dreams got stepped on, I made it out of the matrix.
I’m patient but surgical with it, no matter how many takes.
It took a village.
The grass isn’t greener on the other side. Some of it is synthetic.
Esoterics embedded through my epidermis, words of a sermon never spoke to my person.
My soul’s purpose is searching every day for diversions.
Recreational drugs were suppressing the urges because living in the slums leads to excursions.
I could write you a couple of verses about the things that occurred
And put into words everything that my neurons conversed.
Picture me growing up; I was never the nerd, but always looking through my window,
wondering how the universe worked.
Pick apart any art, I found a way to unlearn all the things that were leaving a burn.

You let me fall for you
I became so used to your touch
now I am paying for your wrongs
I know where I messed up.
I feel so ashamed
of the love coursing
through my veins.
the flame of passion
that you left me remains
but you being someone else’s
will never change.

I long for connection
I know my values; they’ve yet to align.  
I feel estranged from the world
Where has it all gone?  
Am I running out of time?  
I tore at reality's seams,
But some things can’t be philosophized.  
I hide behind the tears of a clown,
A mask that I wear in the veil of my mind.  
A dying star, with nothing in my orbit—
My mind’s a galaxy for thought,  
But the stars burn dark,  
And the thoughts are morbid.

Where should I begin?
There once was a time when I thought I wanted mansions  
Looking in the mirror I can't recognize what happened
Used to be a happy kid, the images are graphic
The lane to ecstasy left me stuck in traffic
Best friends, I lost them
Best we don't discuss it
       Enough with all that gossip
I'm merely being honest
In ruins, never tarnished  
only semi-caught up  
With the pedagogy
Passed down by a goddess

Look at what she taught me, A way to look within
      You can tell she brought to me a way to live with sin
     The Blueprint for My Vision is the one I wrote in pen

(Chorus)
Remember the panic attacks, I don't know if it's the mushroom tabs,
sometimes I think that God was tryna talk to me .
Thought that I could stay abroad,
Even If I felt a fraud,
I’m never running from it

(Verse 1)
Lately, I've been feeling like a sittin’ duck, Keeping all my windows shut
Knowing’s not enough
Been tackling the mystical, things have gotten difficult the answer to it all is love
I’m Not superstitious, trust my vision Everything’s a system
Looking in the mirror,  ponder if I play the victim
Flipping through these channels, yo! Has it even clicked yet?
You can Make it to the top, but you’re no better than the insects
Let me be descriptive,
I thought that I could sing to her, Destiny’s my mistress  
You can go a lifetime, just waiting for forgiveness
Some things are too ingrained in us, it’s instinct, Can't resist it,
know yourself, you’ll know your mission But take too long you’ll miss it
Life is an Enigma don't dismiss the tribulations
amidst the dissonance are some greater revelations
Opportunity will knock
Your only obstacles temptation

(Chorus x2)
Remember the panic attacks, I don't know if it's the mushroom tabs,
sometimes I think that God was tryna talk to me .
Thought that I could stay abroad,
Even If I felt a fraud,
I’m never running from it

(Verse 2)
cautious where you look   because you just might
Open up your eye and get your lens right
Certain truths you can't fight, welcome to the insights
A gift from the above, some like to call divinity
it comes with pros and cons
Once the ego fades your lowest moments just begun
A glimpse into the future, cool, the past can't be undone
The script you choose is only that, make sure that you have fun
be in kinship with your senses
it’ll rob you of the simplest things so easily if you let  it
recently accepted, the greater good’s subjective
Truth is, peace within, all comes down to your perspective