Always, all ways..

“We’re eternal Nunc Stans soldiers. The eternal warriors…”
- From Cynic’s ‘Nunc Stans’

i had to leave cause the real world was calling me

i left my youth in pursuit of the truth and gained a world of dishonesty

Well I left my imagination there 

Now it’s only what I can touch see taste and hear 

With my natural senses I wish I could stretch the limits 

But my defenses keep me limited from the boundaries I set 

So I won’t get burned again 

Sure I’d like to be optimistic but that doesn’t line up well with reality

so leave behind your rose-coloured glasses..