move this line here, shift that line there, rinse, wash, repeat

what drives one towards a paradigm shift?

what slaps a man in the face screaming wake up, now, your time has come.

it's time to embark on a crusade

it's time to stop settling for the norm

let them be

escape on a path running in tandem, parallel with the present yet diverging towards an entirely different future.

the answers are not clear

an opaque monotony visible in the mirror to my left

to my right, perspiration saturates a dimension I can't quite make out

what drives a man to wake up?

what drives a man to write?