Is there a chance? trying to capture shining rays of "new," for all to hold and censure, spread fold and make it old. trying to play to sing and say "it's all okay," but I can't because I saw and percieved some more out of the day, out of the way - it's an integral feild the imagined reality we weild and project on others subconsciously. if only we were one another, humanity's own brother, its surrogate twin. I'm looking - for a comon feild to link us but the deeper I search, the more I extend to expand my awareness, the more I find that within lives without a lie. And I feel cold around those who pretend... the warmth sucked off by the projected control lens. erected to protect and encapsulate he who doesn't want to assimilate the alien rays of warm co-existance.