Penny For Your Thoughts

Each morning I rise, orchestrate my eyes through a foggy window.
Slip on my socks and shoes, instruments on my routinely tempo.
It's never simple but never say never cause never is ever simple.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

Simple truth would suffice.

There are not enough words available to describe this feeling. Encyclopedias and dictionaries can not clearly manifest a meaning in a mirror of juxtaposition. I, often find myself in positions deep beyond the depths of definition. In positions along the frontlines of resistance suffocating every diction. Some, assimilate to what is fiction because the mathematics is easy but if you put 2 in 2 together, it's not 4, it's still ONE. Instead of truth, they steal one, opportunity to know. One, opportunity to grow, to unfold a road encompassed by a series of inconveniences told. We, fear to be bold, sheltered within the make-up of our pro-created chromosomes, sophisticated monotone, to each his own. I've grown, adapted to evaluate the stitches sewn to the infiltrated garments of my knowledge. Some grow grim to the thought of honesty but honestly there is no harmony surrounding when the ambiance is radiated by dishonesty. So tell me the damn truth! Tell me about the insatiable flavors you crave for. Tell me about the vivid tenderness your heart desires. Tell me what it is your mind fluidly connects congruent to your soul. Tell me about the moment you learned you harbored another soul. She's pregnant, damn, first time I ever felt this..