Shipwrecked My minds a gateway to untold lands where there's gold sand and plans at hand to understand the wonder, fans gather there lives asunder, attracted by manufactured ham, fractured, damned, crammed into there cans like clams they cling to their shell like lambs they follow suit, follow, CUTE... As we push against there waves and in there eyes, did behave contrived we thrived upon their lies, and sailed away, kept afloat by their false hopes which burns our own fire hopes that don't matter, idealistic dreams lay down their lives for cynical realitys, our vanity protects us from descending into anarchy, beached upon our self made islands lost within our sin to win and I not we, me not she, be free to see whatever YOU want. I'm neither here nor there when I try to find myself, lessons learnt burnt reminders like brands upon my head grains of sand stained red once gold time behold is said to be a healer, although I'm not a true believer I glue this heart back together and stitch it back upon my sleeve, we all have dreams, and some we share, some we don't but hopes a common factor, we can all be actors, the truth set aside to hide, we don't conquer, we divide. Now I try to strive for continuity of the mind, second guess gods design and find a corner of the world to curl up and die, or at least wait for what's to come, if anything but even nothings something, right? I'm not sure. Who can be? Can you? I know less then I want to and more then I need too!