A spoken word piece in the form of visual poetry with a philosophical spin. And as I take a look I see that you can't really read it on here so here are the lines... Distortions by the eye, the ear, the heart, the mind The illusion is the reality Because I can't say what you see though I can't see can't be seen at all There is no insanity Merely different realities, perceptions Individuality, is murderous to societies generalities Principalities of the mortal world Sovereign of the rebellion Reign over these million Nightmares of your daydream