i mean, if you think about it...

lets be honest, im neither a disaster or adonis but im flawless with every false promise of the conscious and then so i rely on what lies in the mind behind the red curtain of life and despite all of the fighting from inside im certain that im an individual with visual perception of my own and your dissection of a grown man stands in a path unknown, in fact its a patch thats sewn into the fabric of the land i roam enamored by the way of nomadic tribesman of another kind, or another mind shaped into geometrical patterns unknown to mankind, its divine and im divinity embodied in a shell of serenity with stress anguish and sadness reflecting into the infinity abyss with the negativity dismissed and the kind of energy i enlist exists on a plateau of naturalness and natural highs and so i save my goodbyes for those departed and souls that started their ascension into cosmic dimensions, did i mention the biological factors that subtract us from this earth are the same detractors of the lost past masters of the futures birth, and so its pretty much futile.