My mind comes close to grasping the truth and then emotion pulls it away.
We are a species in transition, sandwiched between terror and logic; conflict and goodwill.
My head lurches but I realize the sooner I go to sleep the sooner I wake up to lies.
I want a medicine sleep, a stretch of blackness followed with remnants of vague dreams.
But I can't escape that vulgar rat race of a job it seems.
