resurrection of a new man

the world is nothing but
a reflection of my self concept
this has always been
a slap in the face
never fails to burst my bubble
as within, so without
my environment is
a mirror of my conciousness
good and evil, the best and the worst
all are my creation,
stemming from the dangers of
an undiscisplined mind
products of my misjudgments,
rage, and resentments,
oh dear mischievous anger
justifying my victimhood
arise my child,
align with your ideals
so then i move
and raise the podium
of who I am
carrying in me the concepts
of vigor, power, and might
leaning towards a more-
expansive, fruitful
view of the world
awareness reminds me
to shepherd my herd
for thoughts are sheep
that needs to be tended
a wise psychological step
towards a better mental state
making this the new
natural dwelling place
death to the old consciousness
i walk…