The Body
Emboding is meant for the souls
are we just body masses floating or letting go
We seek gratitude or do we just have attitudes
They look at me and say your rude it's me
Take a look at my hour glass here is the peek
Rising like Maya Aneglou reaching passed our stars
The universe shows signs even when we ignore
I want to not ignore but soar
The birds fly can I too?
You see what you wanna see call it a different persepctive
You see two I see four
The body is ours you like the toxic?
Clean house like its spring cleaning
Float onto the clouds of the next I wanna see 9 but I am short
we are more then skin but a beautiful mind
the body will wrinkle in time
we has to be aware look into the knowledge
you are smart and more than your looks
your body is an external image
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