The power of conclusion is masked in the smallest member of its body.

Its outcome is the path chosen least for it is a force foreign in a troublesome sea.

A stranger thrust into a sea of dissolution,

Its surface mauled by false conclusions.

It stands strong in the wake of itself,

The firm foundation of momentum.

Madness is revealed as genius in its path

Its aftermath

Is tried but true.

The hand of celestial bodies

In a terrestrial world.

The very essence of the journey


Bringing hope into tangible