the world is nothing but
a reflection of my self concept
this has always been
a slap in the face
never fails to burst my bubble
as within, so without
my environment is
a mirror of my conciousness
good and evil, the best and the worst
all are my creation,
stemming from the dangers of
an undiscisplined mind
products of my misjudgments,
rage, and resentments,
oh dear mischievous anger
justifying my victimhood
arise my child,
align with your ideals
so then i move
and raise...