I am not or never will I be a hater, how can a human bond by the same rules that provide it with data, for interpretation truly decipher the fabric of it's exsistence and all in weight of, if it can't pierce the veils of light that so blind it, easy fight I find it, limited by time and space, memory and thought, you'll never know how hard my mind fought, throwing around dead words and phrases, seeking all praises, prone to misinterpretation and being misunderstood, bad but all good, only serves to show how many of us fall into the trap, sometimes greatness impresses upon and falls in your lap, holding a mirror to ourselves in the wake of others, conformity spells doom and shows all true colors, of my inner voice, ignorance triggers assumed mirages with in a sullied mind, nothing but God given time, will I allow the world to suck me in or the other way around, I am the program behind it ,my reactions and the instruction blinded, by the percieved boundaries of my inner realm fractalised consciousness, consequentially breeds worlds that I assume to be real, depending on the side of the ring that I fulfill, or choose, this awareness is the mere comprehension of contrast in terms of relative rules, and the percieved notion of common sense filled in by social, environmental, and physical cues, identification with anything binds me to it's whims often unconsciously and impisions the growth of my mind, for the sake of a sliver of projected stability defined, the repeating cycle carries forth until an ultimatium of insight is attained, hoping not in vain, beware of what you deem out landish many may view you as archaic and as the wheels of time spin, none is without sin, so will your limitations catalayze the expansion of your awareness, but it's all about your preperation and preparedness, regardless of how ritualistic and primitive the process may seem, in experience and retrospection the human mind is the strangest of all things, for those who seek it's treasures, yet are elusive as the very light that enters it's visual field, free and boundless and paradoxically locked and rigid, it requires weight from depth to assert and desire from desirelessness, to project choice is the ultimate power and attention is the fundamental currency of belief that constitutes the construct world view of which a psyche may manoeuvre from within a particular present circumstance when faced with a event, then the passage of time forms habits that are laced with choices that crystallize into the presumes knowledge that emerges from the experience for the sake of the identity to remain in tandem with it's concept of control over it's thoughts and biased emotional reward system