Will we ever escape the formalities of reality? Or better yet, will we ever enter the informal transition to fantasy? Creativity. Can we always live life with utmost curiosity? Can life truly ever become unstimulating, uninspiring? In a sense, we all are innocent of innocence. Why feel guilty, because if innocence we're clean then why would you want to feel filthy? Sure, it would be easy to Give up; not why, but why not go for the Take down? Why not go for the things in life that you feel are most important, yesterday. Love, Enlightenment, Money. Finding what is honestly real in life and leaving fakeness on the side of the road screaming for you to take her back. Instead, you hit the gas, pass the ones that are in the way of your dreams, grasp the happiness that you constantly purse, whatever that may be, then maybe you wont have to tell yourself that satisfaction is long overdue.
