“I hear your ancient voice. You giving me a choice or terms of toleration?
I seek collaboration, but I’m receiving business pitches.
Should I be looking for some matrix glitches?
I have a haunting feeling that something isn’t right.
Sometimes, I see the light, or is that just hallucination of my ego?
My mental ecosystem seems so feeble, reality begins to morph into a dream…”

Full version is coming this year, in then next installment of Michaels Lyric, the book series.

Hello, my old friend, do not fear the end.
Life isn’t a trend, it is a runway of style.
Let’s put each other’s shoes and walk a mile.
Point compass dial to the mystic Nile, and we’ll sing with Oompa Loompas.

Crack open the cover and see the verses bleed.
What someone lived isn’t something one can read.
I repeat. Hear me, I repeat the same, old truth to the same, tired beat.
My personalities split, like Missy and Master, between tears and anger…