Rumors take control
like illuminated controversies
chasing shadows in the darkness
running around in circles
only to find itself cornered
squared in by their indifference
comparing you to the saints?
a lucid mind cannot comprehend
you dare fate to intercede
and dispel the theories
to strike down like lightning
and shake up there foundations
that are dissected from reality
a sudden movement is discerned
from the corner of your eye
turning to see the destruction
of the systematic creations
of raw ideas within the genius
such a waste of limitless talent
buried by the gossip pages
