I sigh to the dulling of the given infrastructure which borderlines madness.
The thoughts provoking an aspiration of enlightenment only seen in the corners of the eye.
The flashes of provocative lights only seem to dance when you look away, only to tempt and dare you to look directly in their dazzling gaze, denied by the subtle beauty of the dance.
I wipe the sweat away only to embrace the heat once more as it regains its clutches of my soul.
Why am I to be tortured with such subtle signs that only a glimpse in the right direction would unfold the beauties, only to be caught in the corners of my eye.
I wipe the sweat away once more only to be drenched again.