Lifes journey of past times and presents rewards in finding. Fighting to gain an escape that was there all along but couldnt see it. Living a lie of truths aftermath. Finding out it was a lie, leaving no more protection. No solid ground to pace or rock to climb. Smack in the center off all plastic the glass beck end. Shattering your dreams, fantasies, and heart. Coded no longer rapped around the breakable pieces of you. Heavy tasks pounded by the beating clocks hands. But unto me thee breathe steal waters and feeds mercy filled grasp. Allowing my mind to think past my thoughts. Calming the flame burning my soul. Dont think just feel, feel pass your heart into your soul and let your imagination show you the journey. A collection of lifes story line of a young soul.