The Great Divide

A mystical barrier of nothingness lies between where I stand and where I am. There is a brutality in comfort and a beauty in struggle. Fighting is my nature and I am not going to accept kicking back, that will never be my nature. I am paralyzed only by my wandering mind. I detest the merciless confinement of repetition and kick at walls of propriety. I am not a prisoner but I am physically locked into the past. I fight back with illusion, Illusion becomes reality, reality bites and I fight with ruthless cunning to keep this truth and my mind. There is only one slap in the face I'll accept and only one more death I'll need to endure. My torture will end, my pain will resolve and all that's left is to continue my journey across the great divide.