D stretch b/w d stark naked truths n d hazy maze of effervescent dreams r a myriad illusion...u cant escape either n yet u cant attain d modern-day nirvana of peace- of escaping angst ridden heartstrings dat render u in a mesh of paralytic occlusion. Blessed r dose who survive fr every step of d way is lyk having a thinning stream of ruptured dreams held tantalisingly in ur face. D faces r extraordinary, senile, beautiful, pretty, each one obfuscatingly painful. Yet v pass, v all pass thru d mesh n sooner or later v realize d gravity of love...Its insane, drawing us, compelling us in2 submission n v yield yet again, cringing fr d next part of d illusion.
Dreams r never meant fr dis part of d universe, if u harbour one ur destined to fail...
Dream low, go so slow, fr d night's just begun, n lightyears away is d sun
For d one u yearn, behold d heaven's lovestruck son,
N u b doomed, begone, a cryptic message u'll take fr The One...
Dats d rule of d game if ur permitted to call it so. Ur passions r quiet in dis cosmos, d whirr of d motion of destiny is a preambulate chain dat caters to d whims of d whimsical...d rest b damned...
n wats up wid me??...
no, ur nt permitted to ask...god bless u.