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Awake in an oblivion,

a master to myself,

a creative compass i need little else,

but to see with the eyes,

that can pierce through glass,

move with abundance of moses staff,

a mind that transcends moon sun and sky,

a mind as a weapon a tool to fly,

for when the world saunters to embrace what cannot be kept,

i am way beyond your common sense, whats catered in boxes ,

or nursed with a smile, it may take me a while,

it may take me a while, but i am infinity.