A closed mind is like a clenched fist. Lend your hand, feel the pull of more than man. Born free, then we were forced to believe all the fallacies passed as certainties. Find a corner, pick at the sticking once more. Culture glues to the minds of man, so we have been searching for answers in plain sight all along. Tell me does this spark a fury? Plead, you are the God you seek. Your sanity will bleed like the lines of control you're dying to let go. Reveal the pain that you’ve tucked away in the gloom and grey, somewhere inside these words lies the cure to this growing pain. We must find a way. I once spoke with you my friend without speaking a single word. If I cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found. Our lives are a blank page, and with each stroke of the pen lies the secret to the universe. And every word already written is just filler, and every word yet to write is not part of the story. We are born and soon we die, we are more alike than we are unalike. We must return to the beginning if we are to be anything worth living. Find the way. Every second growing stronger, propulsion towards something growing inside. This is an ancient rhythm you lost within misconception, the child of divination cries to be heard now. Oh, I beckon your fall, you are not coming back. Read the words between the lines, rediscover the truth that you've known the whole time