The high is sweet yet bitter, light is physical but penumbra lies within, an umbrella to shield, a scattered protection when focus is lost.
An excitement for now, random flow with speed not even a thought, juicy fruit sweetened with a unique flavor yet sour setting the teeth on edge after a climax.
A road well known in a town not foreign at all but a fall is inevitable, a closed mind, not a chance to think just wanting to sink although the truth is known but the rush is much.
Reality bounces in presence of stillness, facilities prepared for the next episode, text to study for a test ahead the rest is history.
The slave may break away from the chain if the mind listens and embrace the rock.
Inspirational instrument 