Standing at the crossroads of the world’s puzzling mindscape
I am a geometrical being, the colorful figure of poetry
& art
My soul intertwined with that of the universe; my heartbeats
aligned
I am the guardian of the galaxy, I govern hearts
When the banshees of fear wailed upon my head
Calling my attention to the plights of life
I floundered in my faith, but I kept going, knowing that
I am the guardian of the galaxy, I resolve strife
Other times when the bitter trees of rage and wrath
Enveloped me in their claustrophobic venomous tendrils
I choked, I fought, I let the trees throttle my throat
I, the guardian of the galaxy, surrendered, I didn’t even
trill
But then I caught spark of a flame
A majestic treecutter had set ablaze the venomous tree
As the tree struggled to survive, I struggled to breathe in
its grip
Out of the sooty rubbly ash, I rose, the guardian of the
galaxy set free
I stand nonchalant amidst the hiccups and glitches
In case you’re wondering, then yes, I will take it all upon
me
Mercies, melancholies, and murmurs of despise; my battle is
with everyone I have ever encountered, but the greatest battle of myself is
with me
‘cause I am the guardian of the galaxy, ferocious I ought to
be
I am always holding the sky on my shoulders
I am never bereft of rumpus and fight
Its tough to be a guardian of the galaxy, and painful
But that’s what brings me the most delight
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