The lyrics of an era since past dance their way across this moonlit sky to fall upon your ears and call you out from your concrete fortress. My heart cries in hope that your enslavement will soon end. That you would be released from the vices of a role you chose for yourself, which will only end in your destruction. May you become aware of the lie you’re deceiving yourself of. Your tears dried up long ago and the doors to your heart closed over. Hope is just a distant dream. A myth for children. Stark brutality is now the sole preserve of adulthood. That is where your thoughts pace, locked in an economic system, where every emotional transaction is tracked for it must be accounted for when reconciling your ego. No longer able to scream. No longer able to laugh. No longer able to express anything but your hatred upon others in an attempt to wall yourself in, even further. Yet eventually such stonewalling comes at the cost of any empire you are seeking to maintain when the unrighteous finally come in force to take you as their own. By then you shan’t know the narrow from the wide and no amount of residue, remains or refuse shall incline your stubborn hand to soften to the guidance of the only one who knows which way to turn to find the rest you so seek. Please see the heading of your course and acknowledge love before solid ground is but a memory of yesterday.