Freedom enlightening a state of mind, but it seems that my mind doesn’t state the free soul sounds within the radius of my dome. Apparently my free dome above my cranium doesn’t reach out to the infinite knowledge that surrounds me—not turning my attention a full rotation beyond the finer things in which remain invisible behind normality. I twirl around the ideal words of what the world is with my fingers, watching them dangle as I let them hang until they splatter into the cracks of old sidewalks.

Maybe the free state of mind I never was in already synced in and never noticed its presence. A lot of people told me about that place, their words seemed tainted; few told described about the same place in a different vision, they felt ecstatic every time their foot steps inside the doorway.

Too many minds go to that state of mind, but few create it into what they want to envision it to be.