Matters of the Mind

I have failed, yet I have succeeded

And I will write tomes of these experiences, and my endeavors

My pen will dance til the morning sun

And the black and blue bags under my eyes will tell you a story

A story that may not be your cup of tea

But rather your shot of patron

I will always say or do something you may not condone

But everything I endeavor to do will be because it resonates within me

I have seen the darkness, and I have basqued in the twilight

I have neared the end of a winding journey of faith

But have been pulled back by miracles

I have seen death not warranted, and I have witnessed life anew

And during all the turmoil, I have found salvation and kissed it's very cheek

I am mercurial, I cannot change that

"Do I really want to"? is the question that lays before me

There is a war in my mind, a battle for freedom and fear

Freedom of a life of norms, and monotony

Fear for sanity, and insanity simultaneously

I will never be perfect, and my shades are proof of that

But it is whether you will accept my imperfections, and it is your right not to

I stand before the world, my six shades, and I 

Forever together, forever alone

The battle remains, which shade will win

Can I live with the loss of the very molecules and shades that is me?

Why should I define myself with one shade, 

When six is my number, and six is me!

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