The main cause of this experiment is fantasy & dream Things in this life don't necessarily amount to what they really may scene/ A mark on the wall in pulsating adventure will forever treasure Silence toward its beckoning call asunder yet is it any wonder
We are a culture of lazy dessenitized gluttons There is much more room for you in the eternal abyss oven Fractured skulls & barbed wire fence in second glances to reflect The expanse of a sudden moment in time
We crave Milton's innocence yet dismiss the misery inside to hide A challenge to be free is a question in time? A quest to become the best that one possibly can? When will we ever live for the day when all will understand?
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock Many claim that I dream a lot? Yet who are they anyways? The Awakening
Nature derives shelter from its equated lapse In the expanse heightened reasonable quest For today why not eat, drink , be merry & rest? For tomorrow we die!?