Drunk, locked
Fucked, hurt
Shot but...
Bullets can't end desires
I wish to live
Not be Lived
I live with a priority for Self Significance
I rise beyond windows, roofs and mundane containers
I rise beyond me
I despise my shadows to create a crazy reflection
Only mad minds can believe
The Mad Maxes see first
What the mild minds see later
Vision is in decision,precision is a fallacy
You never shoot the exact point
You must miss by some nano-metres to the right ,left or directions physics can't describe
We only see what we choose to.
We are only what we think we are
