"With a Poetic License, all is fair game; it's the difference between one, and The Same. It's the Right to walk, where angels fear to tread; it's the Self-Awareness that Tyrants dread. It's questioning

"Adapt to change, you intransigent fool; don't linger there, and let tears pool. You can never go back, you never left; muster your will, before drive is bereft. The problems you face carry scant

"The waking nightmare of my own delusion; a fever pitch of mirage and illusion. Wandering hapless in a mindscape horizon; threadbare excuses further wizen. String to the escape of a labyrinthine mind;

"Synergy's germinations; cause big cracks in Foundations. Idea's seeds, sewn today; gain us ground in tomorrow's fray. The salted Earth of Mass Consumption; relies upon blind presumption. Reason's

"Esemplastic Underdog; see your comeback through the fog. Anger clouds your judgement, still; clear those cobwebs from your sill. The power to attune and to see; the miniscule through eternity. Puzzle