who what is

In the picture of my self I see the greatness of all things beyond my mortal mentality
There are no boundaries in this realm of being that I have conceived other then a lack of imagination and strong will
Possibilities are as endless as the reach of our own self conditioned limits
Freedom of logical reasoning, of this silly confirmatory cage of life that we are made to believe
What sence is there in continually playing in a fabrication that has only give an unimaginable complexity far beyond our capacities
Living within a system that will not teach you to build further on the foundations set beneath our worn and broken feet
Traveling in dark places with only dead ends and familiar roads that we wish not to travel upon anymore
In a maze of aristocratic capitalistic catastrophe
Diseased and dieing of an oxygen deficiency
Starving our souls and minds with the intoxicating luxuries of broken hopes and dreams
Afraid of our brother and sister when we have the very means to understand them
Afraid of our selves when we have the means to know who we are and what we are
Who we could be