The novelty of life’s swollen grain enhances the need to reciprocate one’s actions therefore following the desire to be. In one’s normality, existence follows truths sewn in shades of innocence and folly. Clarity whittles the stone of doubt while cloaking fear wrapped in opportunity. Qualifying for existence in the “ness” of self, inserts ones needs to clarify the act of being, enhancing, maybe even dueling with ones mind. These characteristics falsify that of true believing when the moon lights a path of resistance shrouded in leaves of green. Stuck in this pitiful mass of wasted, slowly rotting, inept structure bonded in grays chasing blues, answers dodge the questions. Condemnation in fists of docile explosions lift scattered thoughts to the cliff of lost sorrows. Followers facilitate the maestro while boosting the need for indulgence. Ignorance mirages peace and reflects true ambiguity in conscience efforts to fit in a society instilled in moral, based on values preserved in years of acceptance. Smiles mask the decaying masses and challenge you for the accepted wisdom.
