Mindful Transcendence

My genius is your insanity

Just like my hell is your reality

Our opposing poles conflict and explode

For we do not share one road

And that idea to me is pure bliss

The ability to simply dismiss

And so a source of strength is born

Bore out of he who is tattered and torn

The lost child disappears

And the man emerges

Free from his battles, free from his urges

His road is long and his mind is young

But the wisdom begins when he becomes the sun