Incognito

I opened my mind like an oxford book,

To find the less meaningful words,

To print on the glossary pages of life’s book,

I expunged my aged way of thinking and gave existences to novel intellect,

Now my provocative dialects are being well read likened to a contract,

My idioms provoke the reader’s thoughts,

Whenever their eyes make contact,

With prose that are inconsistently consistent like an error

It’s no gaffe that it swings their thoughts in and out like the hands of time in a ring,

Taking them outside of the box, that they were boxed in,

As the pendulum swings,

They will understand for a moment, my fast paced thoughts that keep me ahead of time,

For a jiffy they will identify with what’s existing outside of the subset,

Of the universal set,

For a second I will allow them to unearth the philosophy of different yet similar mindset,

Even though the thoughts aren’t structured,

It’s because of certain structure of thoughts,

One is able to anonymously give to the anonymous this composition.