controlled explosion

*flap* *flap* , blink of the eyes as my beloved daydream escapes from my soul as I am transcended to a reality in which denies itself to be adjacent to fantasy. The thick air of wonder wilts frivolously summoning the lifeless consciousness in which i so ever wish to escape, omnisciently imprisoning the super ego to a respirate the monotonously lecture of "the accomplished" 

 

From every word spoken through the lips of disappointed broken dreamers I ponder, is truth truly given a name, do trumpets ushering validility to existence, or is it just a destruction in which human beings birth titles due to  immortality?

 

 

 

Do these dreams exasperate the human life force or create the dynamo essential for the evolution of the formidable  titan;a withered philosopher can only interpret maticulously in his chamber of thought. 

 

 

 

One thing is certain of this world , all beings, ideas, and distinctions fall prey to the spirit of change.

 

 

 

My time is now.