May Patience Be...

Short of breath against the night trade where dreams are sold off for comforts buzz rebirth,Will our potential die this time

Some men believe in steps,

     Achieve a timeline via moments plotted out in a mechanized plan of a protagonist for your life, I believe in signs. Not ones we wait idle for, but the kind we must prepare our character to persevere through, uncompromising to the core, values of the heart nurtured by nature must never waiver.

    Belief's onset most sobering fact, everything and everyone has a purpose, yet some are stolen by means of   violent theft, others are dismantled by plague brought by greed as a well planned onslaught to end lives for momentary gain... More dreams are yet dismembered from the heart by domestic vigilance against misunderstood or unwanted dream algorithms that appear when signs to wake occur...

     Yet still, most dreams, the easiest to recognize inside self version of fate, are murdered by flocks of black birds lingering within our souls, they are the words of the external, voices of supposed loved ones and f(r)iends whispering of the birth of acceptance of self begins with a measure of comfort and status.

     I have heard the song of a billions valkyrie cry in unison as the vision of mankind surrendered itself willingly over to an apology to that which lies within. 'Dear soul, please don't resurrect my dreams any more, I've got a sequence of wonderful five, House, Wife, Kids, White Picket Fence and Car... ' Then as the prayer of resolution finishes there is a breach in the silence, 'Maybe in mid life of crisis I'll survive the expenditure to wonder at it all... Why?'

       There are too many signs of purpose lost to signals of apathy in the well trained soul, Craft your character to persevere for the aspiration of greater design that starts within, No one is better than man to causing the extinction of beautiful creatures with prospect to achieve their ambition, However dormant.

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton

Ps. I have spent a thousand times three lonely nights in the hollow dark behind this desk writing in preparation for what is to come next... How over joyed am I that I did!