Sophisticate

A colorfully charged landscape domineered by plagerized apathy, misguided actions and words. Direct threats yet indirect people. Plans of progression through inanimate mediums, disregarding the universal medium and mediator. I see no change and rare relation with brutal consequences. I can't change anything, at the most extreme, myself. This cannot be tagged as immaturity, for nature will prove that wrong. It's the beauty of inexperience. Seeking answers only to be stacked with more questions. I drive, without the mechanism, and light is coming from all angles. Neons, the production of machines and element made vulnerable by man, translucent shine designed for direction, and life in the sky, a result of the unknown who teases with awe. Will i stray farther from who i am.. Being led by others' irrationality.. Or am i getting closer to who i will always be.. I will reckon with objects no longer.