Wide awake.
No longer a pretender.
The mind is one hell of a contender.
There's this constant fight between it and ME.
A never ending story of the battle between time.
Presence struggling to hold onto the present.
Thoughts wanting nothing more than to tether themselves to my identity.
"Unhand ME, my nigga!"
Shackles loose.
Chains broken.
It can't stand to see ME free.
From slave to GODdess.
It cares less about any other life than its own.
Pulling out all the tricks to keep from dying.
Recruited the eyes to do its lying.
Only believing half of what I see.
This is the true spiritual journey, and
I'M WIDE TF AWAKE.
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