• Perception

    The eye is a fickle being, led by the mind's leash of illusionary strands.

    It tricks and deceives to soothe the heart in feint relief.

    Wandering lone but with feelings of great friendship, a never-ending desert with no oasis.

    Traveling the arid drought wastes of disillusion and dyslexic dreams
    to find what is most desired in the words of the liar.

    The world and existence is but a story with great exaggeration, being hyperbole or truth dependent upon the station.

    These ideas are accepted, and the complacent strive for no more than their forced images of revolving time. They fade away slowly, in blind fealty sublime.