The Inner You:

Tell me what you see when you're looking at me, probably nothing in real or something green, I' am looking and searching for a probable to work through, you the righteous one I warn and wicked repent I beseech you. Heed the bitter but later sweet words, funny you'll find your casualness in the words when I'm dead, make it a gymnasium by exercising the art of the words, you'll soar up high contrary to the ordinary birds. Take out of nothing when you want something, it's either you bend or you abide not with pride, ignite the candle and walk through the light not with the light, so choose of the right and yours will be positive insights .