Hi-Def.
Stitched in time we stay moving under these falling brights.
In that nights height, we were higher to the lights we aspired on sight.
And, spaciously speaking, aspirations were granted, and I
overwhelmingly fell to the infinite feels that were implanted.
And I’m just sayin,
I’m surrounded by artificial and you’re the closest thing to real I’ve seen;
Searching for inconsistency, I was trying to read within the lines between. Yet,
Chronological sequence of realness were removed from the excess useless.
And hell yes, nevertheless, it must be confessed that impressed I am, by
this situational deviation of late nights that force time to fly and defy
all that had previously caused cynicism and negativism.
Wiped away lay slayed the array of hopeless match play replay;
And here I am today,
definitely surprisingly trying to convey the real feels that reveal
that I am exactly where I need to be. /
