Joy

Adrian de León
1 min readMay 23, 2020

My mind brews like fresh coffee
Black liquid fuels my thought
For my brain roams carefree
Seeking beyond what is bought
I transcend flesh and mortality
To survive on a higher frequency
For the ethereal is no formality
Many fall at the hurdle of decency
Looking outwardly for inner peace
Relying on products or prescriptions
To compensate the missing piece
For the joys that fit no descriptions

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