My mind rising into higher frequencies; I’m understanding the
worth.
The paper chase is JUST a human race. Ego-induced. Tainted
perceptions.
Stuck in different mindsets while my actions are so free. No mindsets,
timeless.
I always notice the different versions, and there are those few categories
you can identify. But within those categories are many more sub genres
of perceptions. They are all hidden, in deep sleep. What is awake are the
few that dominate reality and spiral the earth. Dominance is the game.
I find myself in between it all, like a third-party observer. The story has
its mishaps but always lead to something. That something brings the
opportunity to change associations, to awaken those categories. To not
be lost in it, I think, is almost impossible, so I can I blame you? I’ll blame
you for playing it too safe.
Living is without restriction, a truly rebellious act. The actions are
untamed and aligned with nothing that already exists. The reactions are
different, like something you’ve never anticipated. The boxes are many,
stacked up neatly next to each other. My box is open.
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