A MASTERPIECE

sometimes its commonsense,
cz something just wont last,
but can you sense,
when someone's reminisce about their past,

all this memory,
all this sorry,
is just a burden i carry,
so now im gonna set it free,

but can all this noise fade,
cz i really need peace in my head,
and i wish i have a moment of silent,
even when there's a lot of noise,
cz life is testing my patience,
and waiting for me to make the right choice,

but it's too late,
i cant just rely on fate,
so i made a deal,
with the devil in disguise,
because i can feel,
when im being despise,

and im not a loser,
nor a poser,
but a mind reader,
and a composer,
i take words and arrange them into lines,
and amplify them into rhymes,

but im not getting stronger,
in fact weaker,
and im slowly losing,
this psychological warfare,
its like breathing,
in poison air,

but someday im gonna make a masterpiece,
work of art that have fluency and rhythm,
and the power to make world peace,
with a pinch of lithium.