A lost mans worries
Does it rest
A days work deserves a nights chore
The suspense of disbelief
Reflecting only what shares its light
The sun or the son
Basic dialogue that gasp at the beast I refuse to believe exist
A cannon of thoughts haphazardly tilted in the direction of my imagination
Eyes that refuse to squint
An obscured destination of progress
Elements I refuse to accept
Resist
The texture of the situation
Course
