Gimme Shelter

When mind becomes an anchor to the soul when the asp sinks a fang into every vein of hope. It's time to release the ghost...from its crystal cage and glide on through those pearly gates. It was never the time of man as it was all a fallacy. The ego is but a funhouse mirror, smashed to smithereens. Life is a scramble over boulders and through bramble. To seek the truth is to befriend the slowest bleed... and truth never belonged to this realm. We must navigate around potholes of deception and deceit... and humbly allow the truest self to shelter within peace.