Vision
Vision is just an obscure frequency
Optically tuned into the epitome
Of soul
mentally
Constructing and Constricting
Into imagery
Whatever you are
Whatever you were
Whatever you thought
Is whatever you saw
Even though we see we never see it coming
Look at the past but the past has become us
What we come from
Isn't the sum of
What is to come
Stuck
Within the pendulum
Every lesson is a vessel
Signals sent to check you
Distract you
Or connect you
To paths you pass through
Concentrate
Contemplate
Decide then demonstrate
Disorganized sensory
Sensing things that don't make sense to me
deciphering and encrypting
This isn't a fantasy
This isn't at all what it appears to be
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