2nd Nature

I’ve developed a

Second nature of observation,

My guesses are verified

With intuition vs reason,

At times the thread of

My thoughts are broken,

Which shrieks conventional

Reactions once spoken,

Bias judgments are woven

While fingers are crossed

And folded,

Pineal glands open

When lies are found

And molded,

I bear to seek certainty,

Yet those that double

Crossed me aren’t


The capacity that I have

For receiving pain

Is phenomenal,

Blood doesn’t mark family

And friendships aren’t

Always loyal

– Nick F. Hawkins

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