Synchronized city
two thoughts alike
damage, unmanaged
to fix a broken soul.
Behind your eyes,
I see
the torture of public scrutiny
pass as we relax.
Undisturbed by a living regret,
I will not waiver
in darkness of favor.
I’m always right,
I win the fight.
The best thing
about being free
is knowing what I have,
and what it means to me.
