The schism that divides us must fall.
For indeed it will concur all. Malice petty, enormous, or nigh. Without companionship we will die. For it’s not only about the ones we love. It resides in more than something above. It is always here and now. People just don’t realize when or how. A place where past and future collide. The destination where a decision resides. Adept, prompt, and ever waiting. A place of no complaining. Where a thought is formed. An idea gets born. For action made to be. That is and always will be now, for me. Head’s take rides. World’s have tides. Of all things true to be. One stands alone, no one can agree.
Electric Icarus Project 