My Wit


The world can say I have no wits,
But no words can amount to mystery with life in it.
The questions I ask having double purpose;
Causing one to think deeper in order to serve it.
For purpose: a personal answer is what's said and done.
It's crazy to speak change and watch the change you saw come.
That's why the world would say I have none.
When I speak, if real will see real as real, why run?
Why flee reality?
Because realism is torchure to souls in legality.
Legalism binds the blind like mechanical vitality;
A contradictive path with righteous composure;
Too many things are at stake for exposure.
It's crazy to speak change and watch the change you saw come.
Of my wit, the world is unclear to say I have none.

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