Holding Evolution

I'm holding the beginning of my evolution.

That erranged my thoughts and constitution.

Each thought twist and folds my mind.

Every word I write is a revolution.

The symbolic meanings that quinches my thirst.

Decoding their faces, find the solution.

Cleans my soul, with the stroke of ablution.

Changing my form with words that are lined.

Ending with the beginning, and the beginning is the first.

Grasping their hearts, so they'll feel my evolution.