Poem -

(Unfinished)

Pessimistic truth’s is all I seem to see, when substantial optimism is encompassing me.

I believe the potency flowing within my soul, when I divulge as a causality to what I know is false.

Terminological inexactitudes make psyche lose ones way, a fly in ointment do away with just to make headway.

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