The concept so greatly noted by the many intellectually elite individuals has been exhausted.
One goes to great lengths in an attempt to access the specific realm of mind.
Frantically seeking a destination of mental solitude we find ourself's spinning on the carrousel of nightmares and insecurities.
Littered by the faces of fear and resentment, sweat courses through our pores with greater sodium than the dead sea.
Unforgiving is this vengeance beset upon our psyche, the mind had many thoughts to end this show of impulse.
Yet unrelenting is this pulse, to push the blood to our aortas.
Without compromise our thoughts ruled by emotions, moving the limbs of the unknown against the course of direction.
Unfettered our desires, we move past, around the shadows that canvas our light.