Questions

Searching this mirror before me my heart question’s questions I am capable of seeing truth, understanding the eyes through which I see are surly colored with flavor of bias and self-justification. My mind in calling for logic and hope of clarity seeks out those ridged scales by which to find measure, allowing judgement of compare to bring forth truth uncensored. In natural progression of such search my soul is bent to point of break when presented with the wretched rivers of self deception, bringing bitter taste to lips accustomed far more to sweet wines of self acclaimed grandeur. Therefore quest remains as to which scale presented I am to be held accountable, for always present are those who with their red eyes of reflection wait at edge of darkness, wishing to delight in bringing wolve’s teeth to a party of my destruction. Therefore answer draws first breath in fact I am a man divided into worlds of separate state, living consistently in none yet completely in all, engulfed and surrounded by changing mass as time ages such truths and motives through the yield of equations unknown. Finally unfound or perhaps found undesired I turn away from search of truth discontent with answers of men or self as vapor of humanities thought spill to nothing in the eyes of the galaxies.