Evolving

Only lines on the paper is what I see, until something takes place inside of me, I forge, whatever my conscience brings forward, in the order it comes, never dense always numb, my consciousness from the outside world, divide it from self my merit my morals, qurrels with others intellect, calls for too much respect, or regret, I neglect, the feelings of others, to invovled with evolving my own true colors, my nature not that of a simple man do I really hold my destiny in my hands?,