Random reasons for specific scenes.
In synced as I think deep and sink into the ocean deeps of my flows I drown in my woes as my thought leak through my pierced soul I appear to be the feet to my sole.
I closed my eyes and I was out of bounds in my mind I'm starring at an our glass, I saw my footprints in the sands of time, I felt compelled to ask but there was no one there, a Braveheart, I'd be headed were nobody dared.
Then I heard a voice, it said to have dreams but never slip till I wake up, in a fantasy world were vanity is gone and there no thing as fiction, no televison, it's odd, to tell the vision is even...
There's more to giving a hand than arms giving, understand what you've been given and never for the stance ever give in.