Enraptured in a façade
It’s the mirage that I am God
The question is not my sense of direction
But the of stale afterthoughts guiding an unknown dimension
Spraying down like lightening, glistening arced and frightening,
The power to transform the tranquil will of my wisdom lingers in the distance
Breathe that hope of remedy
Speaking with melody  
Today the time is always now
Go forth
Tear down these deplorable walls
For what remains will forever stay the same
So while your stolidly masquerading with the absurd and obscene
My backseat dreams come complete with no buttons or seams
Go forth
Congeal that essence of being
And burn the blinding veneer
The burden can no longer drive our fear