An infernal mist hangs heavily upon my brain.
I long to awaken deeply-embedded thoughts sleeping in a soundless void
But no matter.
Blindly provoking joyful delusions works only as effectively as I can shape my dreams
Lucid, but not fully apparent
Indecision smothers assertion under a veil of uncertainty
How long must this indirect manipulation continue?
With time and hardened resolve, I may find the answer before I discover the solution.
Making sense of hidden intrigue is a lost art within itself.
I'll give only my strongest effort to burn away the clinging confusion
Concealing brittle truths
Because it's correct; Because it's beautiful;
Because only I control the the alluring madness within
ŠA. DeMario 2012