"So much uncertainty, as crisp as the air may be
Colors so faded, degraded, incomplete.

It's almost as if reality was a whisper, and the dreams were the screams
Yeah, that's what it seems."


Incredibly Incredulous, Insidiously Hideous
This stagnant situation sits inside a deep mysteriousness
My consciousness unconsciously contemplates controversially cutting off my insanity from its connected currentness.
A thought inside a doubt that lurks within is all about the inability to willingly refrain from going out
Of my mind, which I find, needs to be like me and try, to deny my every inkling to dissipate my reply
to the questions
that I ask not of myself but have been asked of me, by me
How long must I be, must WE be, going the wrong way down this path to mental clarity?

Isn't this a mental maze down which we spiral, a stagnant gaze upon which we are wired, so tired, ability to focus such a distant desire? And why're, while we're here, here? After all that's transpired?
In this funnel, vertical tunnel to an under a darker-shade-covered thought, a wickedly self-imposed atmosphere we always fought-
until now. Must find answer...
There, there it is.

This is it, it is not witticism, it is incident in innocence. So listen.
Witness a glimpse of its instinctive dissonance, its intimate indifference. In its quickened trick it fixes, it thickens like this plot. You've got to stop. Have you forgotten the drop from the top?

Exist? Oh it exists. Its existence is its twist; the story gory to the core, gloriously more than what we bargained for...
Because exits Exist-

Now, FACT: Everything that you will do, will eventually become true.
So change this reality, release yourself with indisputable finality
Because at the end of the day only you make your life actuality.
You are not just a casualty of causality.