Celebrating visuals of which I am defined,
I step back into a subdued state of mind.
Are we calling it quits?
I'd rather appear erratic than gaudy.
I doubt the materialistic life that I thought I depended on.
Perhaps such a world of leisure was dependent on me.
Oh the fruits of labor are tempting.
My heart swells with misconception.
My brain swells with aspiration for validity.
Lend your compliments to my saviors: urgency and obligation.
They require all of the recognition.
God sent us stepping stones to greet us at the entrance of Hell,
So would God expect us to redeem the spot where lucifer once fell?
