Free flow, a style i'm having trouble understanding. My thoughts a faster pace than it can even begin to fill me in on? My mind is the speed of light yet I can't fathom the concept? My perception is what proves reality, yet here I am chasing ghost and making up excuses. I've lost track so many times the light years of my nerves have aged. My spirit is uplifted, but I find myself separate. This might just all be senseless, but to me I'm making more sense than any man. I am my reality, so it doesn't matter if i'm accepted.