A myth is but an image An image is a representation My words are but Cupid’s arrows My quiver desperation
Subatomic particles Are but a myth of our existence The patterns are repeating Invisibly but consistent
You are the uniqueness Of your own story Your mythology is your glory Save your own soul At the altar of your own delusion I hope there’s not too much confusion!
Traveler Tim
Misapprehension is but white noise tripping on some really strong LSD That’s the spirit this world needs!