• Do you know how to decipher one's own heart when it is in tangles? where is wisdom then among the tangled thorns? To feel ones own mind to be as an empty abyss of no coherent thought other than that confusing feeling inside that makes little or no sense to ones own self. where is ones foolishness other than all that empty space left untouched by those thorny vines? Is freedom from such a thorny prison is possible? Having seen and learned much yet gained no real knowledge is idiocy. Yet still those thornsstay growing reaching for something one does not know. Where does foolishness end and wisdom begin? where does the line between love and lust present itself? why is it that man can get so lost in the worlds spinning that they forget where they stand? stumbling around dizzily commiting actions that they will wish to reclaim later.One am i among many stumbling somehow shaken into uncomprehendable unbalance. where did one begin to lose ones self? when did one begin to fear saying truth as it were? the vines tighten squeezing life as we know it from its base. where does one go wrong? when one goes against the rules set before man and tried to stand on one's own independent. Having seen others make this very same mistake why is it then one falls prey to the obvious snare set before us? Did ones eyes become momentarily blind to the knowledge laid before us? if not this then what be the reason behind a fools errand other than to tighten ones own reigns? can one fight against a living vine or does one need help to cherish ones once ago freedom? can one truly untangle ones self or does courage demand a sword in the hand of a warriors friend? yet does one truly have enough courage, faith and love to call out for aide? One does not know yet grossly entangled we are in a living vine of haunting wonderment.