What Goes Around...

Restless shaking is all that divides the two equal realms that exist between heaven and hell, between sleep and slumber; the utmost plane sought to by the Shroud himself, creeping inside the Gates of Peter, influencing free will and leg-locked choice. Time passes like a youngsters basketball through traffic, with brooding afterthoughts; yet praying the wet road dries, the car grows ABS, or the driver had one less beer than he thought. Loose ends entangle themselves in the "Patient Spider's" web, because eventually the soul-searching moth will fly towards the light, creating ****** out of ignorance.