How I long for that wave of subconsciousness to become real.
An idea born from the depths of my mind.
How the cold has suddenly become warm as my mind is made up.
I honestly feel I may be crazy
but for what it's worth there may be merit in what I say.
A slurred mind.
A blurred line.
A chance at life.
The idea brings itself a manifestation.
Oh great market of ideas
bring me solace
and free me from the depths of uncertainty