R.A.R.E

My mind is so rare it's difficult to define so I start sipping on a glass of wine.

I guess what's real to me can be totally unreal to someone else simply because each person battles are what they make out of it. So why is this rare? My mind is a tornado verses the next next persons mind, even if the situations are similar I say this because not one thing can be handled the same way coming from another mind. Making one believe your thinking is the same is all about knowing how to play the game. Being rare is confusing especially when it's time to defuse the color blue and making everything seem so true, so true that your energy connects or intertwines making the other mind so blind.

Questions with no answers I start dipping my brush but where is the paint. Out of instinct I compromise without destroying which clearly was a distraction and turned it into a fraction. Waterless paint is what I think of when I could've just used a marker, oh yeah for starters confusing the mind to the left of me I also confuse the mind to the right of me which is so wrong of me but I only have one back and I can't stab myself.

Trust is not a must in my book I just plaster it with a bunch of dust and surround it with crust. When it's time i'll hear a chime but before that my mind will always tick and learn how to stay slick just a little bit without becoming a female dog while the other minds hop around not making a sound. I can be so silent but so loud at the expense of ones actions what an attraction.

RARE is me can't you see.

RARE is I something I can't deny.

RARE is uno a card I can't replace because it's me who they have to face. I'm never fully down but their minds will bow down because it doesn't take that much time to define a hostile colossal mind. Observing my own I mastered every other disaster making my mind think so much faster.

RARE is unique which makes me a beautiful beast who's ready to unleash such light in this mind fight.