Collections of scribbles,  inflated by self awareness.
A dwelling without true meaning,  a novel  4 pages long,  the only words painted upon its glistening white wall of knowledge "Digress to Instinct, Progress to Simplicity"

Meat eating Vegans
Blasphemous Christian Rock
The Wheel has devolved to a cube
Singular Global thought,

**" This all seems right"

While the stars burn from afar, like a million flames of dying candlelight. Even as men have eyes to see, in awe of the gargantuan miniscule movements of the chilling ice-blue sparks. We are all but equals in a warring reality. Time is but a thought, eternity is to be had to watch shattered matter transform, inputting chaos, with an output of calm. The unpolished old reality now exists in the form of precious gemstones, fools gold.

Fluid flamboyancy swam from his mouth, much to the dismay of the listener
This will not do, this can't be you, learn quick, think fast, be swifter
Concepts cloaked in foreign shadows, spoken obliviously against, total defense, these creatures should be sent to the gallows...No Offense??

The young mind, so bent, squeezed and mimed,
Soon comes to see,
That for Himself,
His ultimate goal,
The freedom he stole,
Always belonged to me

A symphony of bone chilling sirens smack loudly against the air
A type of diseased fear crashes down on the senses, like a massive glacier that dreads the approaching summer solstice, knowing its days are at end
A smoky voice whispers " Its happening again"
A mind is slowly gaining light, escaping the desolate dark
A snow white rubber room, a chemical stink lingers in confined space
A man sits in the strangling embrace of his favorite jacket

Day after day
Dusk unto dusk
Foolish fool, you make flush
Burst into a blush
Take away my crutch
Let me catch your wave today...
Tomorrow, don't leave me on sorrow and uncertainties
I need to ride that bright white wave eternally