Tunnel Vision

What you see can easily be seen, preordained and fabricated to replicate the unrealistic desires that would distinguish us all.

The complicated expectation you demand of me to assume is delusional and time consuming. Why must I fall to my hands and knees slaving for something I didn't need or want to begin with?

The very verb called, compromise is a disgust in ever formality and point.

This vision I have embarked on is one for myself and has no room for any passenger or legitimate reasons. It has no room for simple, simple is a persona replicated by people who have crafted complacency.

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