The existence of lies...

Turning upside down findin there is no above below sights reversal in the way the visual has been flipped to be put on hush... Looking through the peepholes for the mind to catch n make sense of an image in the twist of the spiral switchin shit up... Nothin is what it seems n not a one narrow mind can relate to the confusion of sense this world tends to sell in a legal world losin it's humanity... Swingin in the wind as truths are fiction talkin to a strawman that pretends to be as real as the bond it represents hidden behind the humility... We live in a fantasy fed to us through dreams told to us to be as real as the gods that are as man made as legal law that's gained control of the truth... It's like walkin on hands to see upright watchin the horizon flatten the minds bubble like pop to deflate the blinded use in a material world hung on two pieces of a frayed noose... As the key floats in the wind with the breeze said to be the wonder of what's taught to be sane compared to the insanity to go against the existence of lies... It's dark here with so much light goin on by that doesn't rise n fall yet it's watched hoverin the steps taken chased by the moons glow in a moment of false time... Sittin still to capture the movement that somehow hers carried away as if there's nothin we can do... As the common world is a figment of the imagination that's been shaken loose from all reason findin the mind imprisoned without a truce...