Maybe I have to have an intention
In order to achieve a direction
That would be answer to the question.
If Art is a creation,
And happiness jubilation,
Then itching, an irritation,
While a thought a contemplation,
Then my need is an inflation
In a world of condemnation.
So what is your prediction
For my destination?
Would you give me a rendition
Of your thoughts and premonitions?
One might say, that your infatuation
With your thoughts own incantations
Is an abomination
To the worlds whole presentation.
Your embarrassed stagnation
In its comparison
Leaves the soul with an affliction.
Will you not stand for some conviction?
Or do you prefer to wallow in your own damnation?
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