It is a race.
It’s a race against time and space and you and me and everything else in between our mental reality
All things thought and spoken
All things sought and broken and mended and broken up by dreams ment to liberate
Why do you lie to yourself that you aren’t a part of this world? That you won’t get swept up in the currents that they ripple through the oceans of the great states of a modern day Mesopotamia?
Why do you hesitate to feed this composition of order with seeds made by an array of metal bars bold and defiant made to arise against retaliation?
Why do you fail to focus on the freedom that is flowing freely from your ability to commit to this composition of order?
Know that the set up is definitive at the get up.
but do not expect to be set into the fossils of their so called security if you do not get up
Get up from your deep slumber, you are not made to be set apart from them
You are them and they make you
The only you that you know can be seen through the Windows on their faces
Do not be deceived, you were NOT made to digress the path laid down for a them that is all encompassing
You are NOT a stray particle which will rise by the force of the gravitational pull of a plan much larger than them
or the systems found in place that make up this reality