Thinking about it all

This piece is one of those I write aiming to complete one of my RaP verses. The strcture is almost essay like. This just makes everything flow. It is a political vs celestial thoughts, spiritulism.

Worst thing ever, magical or not forcing yourself to think is the worst torture.
Owing to the thoughts of truth is seeing the need to think of thoughts as a fortune.
Transforming books to authors and authors into books, instead of living life, the world and life work hand in hand to live us and turn us to slaves of the societal norms.
Been wondering whether this boat I'm on is sinking or rising, burning or floating above this rough ocean.
I know that some are cursing, spreading the spirit of death man I exorcise it, if I too was cruel I would reverse it, but I choose to end it because Karma is present.
Changes and chains bound the souls of the broken, this is fleeting and teaching a blessing in disguise, and took of control in the eyes of the artist who paints vivid portraits.
Breaking the grounds and giving room for the florist to colour the ground covering  the shame of the bare soil is best, truth be told this ground is a mess, let lights flash and while the dark imagine a good and bright future, the light is. Blinding and the real action occurring.
Flush down the sand into the creation of human kind. Remove the blindfolds, take over. The throne of your mind, as I did mine and later think of digging a big whole through the ground to extract the produce of the ground.
Skies above bring rain, covering the rain of the eyes of the muddy clay toiling this globe. Blink and look around you,see the flicks of the magician and pursue the ink and jot down the massive destruction caused by confusion, and the deception from your brother, father and sister, not forgetting your neighbor.
Jump and reach for the stars and that alone will take a million years, but settle for the simplest of pearls and still find joy, peace and happiness.