Maximus Animus (The best Mind)
My Philosophy,-
-It’s Flawless,
Perfection.
It’s Visceral, immaculate.
No right, no wrong.
Naught but self-reflection,
A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
I set out through the seas of life, philosophically.
I look past the turbulent waves of ‘problems’ and see solutions.
Answers to the questions at hand.
I see Learning opportunities, growth hormones, machine’s working methodically.
Lubricated cogs of the brain, whirring as chapters of life’s book are printed.
I look upon mistakes, grow upon them,
Creating a fuel that drives me forth.
Drives me into ambition, into greatness,
A philosophy to emphasize my worth.
Magazines, movies, makeup; they’re all lies.
Beauty,
TRUE beauty, - is held in the heart.
The brain.
The soul.
It’s Impeccable, unmarred.
My philosophy,-
-It’s flawless.
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