Reflect

so it goes goes to show there's no season that it snows just have to know how dreamers lost control man is mere stone shaped by it's landscape. Thrown to see how far one will go Perhaps cracked when landed, fragments left behind, grain of sand hard to find. Trips turned to dust , we pick ourselves up do what we must Ask how one becomes, proprietor of perspective points, overlooked by the obvious! He opens doors of inviting enlightenment, invites reason for what is not seen so easily So feudal gestures reform assumption of relevance, mere optical illusion What can one truly know Knowledge equivalently understanding People make choice's why try to persuade or influence what they choose to do