It's an unusual thing to not know or understand oneself. What are we, but a collection of wants, needs and desires bundled into parallel and sometimes opposing directions? They press upon the consciousness and threaten to pull us apart as we grow. What hidden abilities lay dormant beneath the surface? Far more unusual it is when our guardianship lays out a guiding hand; and we resist it, or ignore it. Whether by accident or design, we set out to find it in our own way. We find ourselves pulled under the umbrella of misguided or nefarious strangers; they claim they can unlock our skulls, as they take us into a strange and different world.
The Maestro's Tale
Soon it’s you who’ll write your own song
Cut your tracks, I won’t be along