Ready

Paint a preatty picture of beauty

Then destroy it.

Duties of time and suffering

Often enjoy it.

Credit immagination on behalf of escape.

Who knew what kind of peace it'd create

In such a small space.

Since I'm past all the mind games,

I laugh last at impressions, contestants and mind slaves.

It's hard to know thyself

In the way that people treat you.

Just know thyself, beleive me love will never leave you!

If you hunt for inspiration

It will chase you aswell.

Delerious imformation situation is hell.

Philisophical realms tell me from the Holy One. 

Logical dwelling grounds, sounds like I'm the only one.

So here's a sketch, far from a masterpiece.

Reason see's us blind-sided as disaster creeps.   

Be ready!