yea... a poem enduring the replay of that sojourn-satire fate i cant help but reclaim that certain mind and state but dont worry about me and for gods sake dont worry about you one day all things will seem all right but for now hold strong 'till we glimpse that bright amber light enduring the sheep and their constant search for fame soon enough, theyll break down, and consume themselves with blame. an awe-inspiring feat while the world's harbored by the meek. till then...we dive...we swim...we drown...we awake till then...we jump...we freefall...we land...we awake