New

The old me?

Would vigorously pursue you through miscalculated motions of fictional beliefs.

Gazing at your structure with curiosity, creates ideals only to soften the lies you

vocalized. Becoming victim to your intentionally foreplay.

The new me?

Gentle identifies the weaknesses of your character, while protecting mine.

Gravitational habits pounds my skull to recognize the signs of manipulation.

Guiding my actions to rebel against familiar scenarios.

Separating my traits like a Venn diagram, showcases new perspectives to an

ongoing transformation. Spitting the foundational aspect of my characterization.

Now the old me?

Would let negativity generate illusion visuals, casing a foreshadow into this

delusional reality. Constructing scenery like a movie director, highlights more realistic

failures not meant to uplift, absorbing the high fructose corn syrup in each cut scene.

The new me?

Penetrates the misconception like my signature strokes, massaging away the falsetto,

moisturizing my approach. I soak my ambition in your ocean while pulling out the essence

to this formula. Recognizing my wraith is awakening the beast left to riot on your soils. I demolish these predictions, letting the world understand that being new is a welcome reality.

Embrace the new version of yourself.

Never accept miscalculations.

Destroy unwanted negativity.

Once you open your mind to the power of being new, it will be the only thing you can do.