Seeker of the Truth

Creating music is not an ambition anymore

Does not move me like before

A fix in life is the truth to face

It keeps the mind cool with everlasting grace

Figuring out theories with high probability

Destined to be my reality

As I relax with groove in my soul

Writing poetry is my only goal

I am lucky I have proof that I am that original kid

Baring four scars as if cut by a lid

One above my eye, on my chin and two on my gut

I have no clue of my heritage I must be a mut