Wasting Into The Twilight

In to the twilight of our dreams we dive deep never needing to come up for air. We are our destiny and so as we fullfill our hopes and dreams we gather an opinion of our selves. Justly we deserve that which we receive.

Upon the sands of time we write our eternity and as we endure our imagination we reap it's rewards whether we like it or not. Of course not all is as it seems and so the canvas comes alive with overwhelm. Would we have it any other way?

In endurance of conquest we relish the opportunity to expose our selves to the elements. We become in movement.

It's true, we are