What?

Can you fall toward me?

Turn the angle of the lights to be more brilliant?

Fall upon the fictional perspective of me?

By selling all the stars one by one?

Letting your name feel free to see the
comical designations of being,
allowing the free to become the means
and the condemned to be the percussionists.

The cradle rocks both ways so that the ocean
doesn't see, it just feels the need to be.

Don't just destroy this baptized present,
let it's risk fall upon the shoulders of all.
Capture that attention you crave to see,
and change their philosophy for the better of being.

Don't ask, is this the way?

Can reality verge upon this direction?

Listen to your being, your consciousness will tell you the way, there is a connection "to all" in there somewhere.

This key isn't lost, it's just unseen by the webbing formed in your mind, by societal junk to keep you weak and hidden away.

If you know yourself, you know the world, if you know the world, you can find the way. Not our way, or their way, but your way. We all belong to the stars of fatal destiny.

Then we ask....if we belong to the stars of fatal destiny does it make it our way, their way or your way?