are you going my way?

trying to end myself or bring about some long awaited change;

perhaps both, perhaps neither.

it is the need to escape the omnipresent being or existence that one is born into... the existence into a world without answers as to why or how what is...

the ever-expanding plain that we call reality is constantly changing for those born into its different periods; what is hailed as the absolute for one generation is cast aside as lunacy or ignorance by the next.

which reality are you in? contary to what you are told there is not but one... this is only the shroud that was knotted behind your head as you were formed and shaped under the regime that bore you.

it is the unseen hand controlling the schools, information and wealth, that programs you without your knowing. your mother and father are but household figure-heads: shepherds to guide you to the killing floor that is present day America...

without the limbs necessary to unfurl your hood of ignorance, you are cast into the vast sea with the rest.

we are left to struggle in the masses untill almost mercifuly we are overcome by desease, war or some other weapon of the elite... placated by fatigue and helplessness, you are relieved of your burden and of such mortal constrictions...