The wheel of insanity.

  When I lay inside the music of the moment I feel the thoughts of the past reach up from the floating sensations of melodic forces, there I know I am apart of the greatness yet to be told.

  Truth becomes the path of colors, expressing power through the scenes of a new world, a place unfolding into the passages of the book of time, turning the page to move forward into history.

  Watching through the corner of self awareness I see the eagle in the sky, soaring as the wings of greatness transition it's soul, and connecting to me, a spiritual fragmentation I cannot quite understand, there I am when I see the thoughts of the future, always waiting for the eagle to cry to my darkness within.

But as always the sun kisses the lines of my horizon, I am left eyes closed into the spiraling dimensions of the great depths below. A spiraling hallway leading to the faces of the past, allowing me to surrender to the call of motive insight, I know kneeling now at the bottom of the end, I am just here in my mind waiting for the show to finish it's final smile.

  Love, time the meaning of you - holding onto the realities of the simple explanation - to sense and feel as I am always here, looking into the realms of time and taking apart the machines of my moments, so that the world around will make sense, only for the time it will take for me to shatter it again.