Paradox
Her soul was paradox, she was up and down, she was happy and sad, she was light and dark, she was paradox. She knew she didn’t and knew she did. She knew she was not that of the world, but she still stayed to sing songs. She was ready for a new world order, a Paradise indeed, she had images embedded in her head of riding clouds like the sea. Her soul was paradox indeed, her soul was the light we all see. Her soul was full of life, and the mind full of deceit. She was paradox, and her soul was Me.
By Amethyst Azalea
