Controlling Time Controlling You

The cage enslaving thought trembles through the tumultuously tailored time enveloping careless torturers. Seemingly simple behaviors create doubt where existence depends solely on an experience of movement without stagnation impeding delicate footsteps. This doubt dances in the wild fires of pain as life continues balancing factual interpretations of the reality of fantasy and the fiction of reality. Time is thus created through both; existing of its own accord unfathomable in memory and untouchable by the mind supplicating immediacy with otherness. Tragic declarations of boredom exacerbate the subtlety in its passage; however, seconds exist in their describably ticking way, ceaselessly behind the clear visage of the world. Turning and turning, weaving through the indigenous faculties humanity implemented the fourth dimension upon, ever on and on. As life remains in existence, so too do invisible creations birthed beyond comprehension from a solid foundation permanently fixed in realms pulsing between the folds of thought. What to do remains intertwined with endless possibilities challenging the force of gravity in the unobstructed plain of emptiness where inspiration, change, and chaos exist. Time flies where clocks are meaningless.