everybody knows

as time transcends past the ends where life bends in the middle, the riddle remains the same. no matter what frame of mind you find, the grind is confined by the pursuit of happiness. but in this mess is the stress concealing what was blessed as the soul is being depressed and suppressed into exhaustion. often times we push passed the great crash but is it better to just make the splash? sink into the tired trends and stop defending your ego. as we go beyond the pursuit of that pleasure & stop using others to measure our own self worth, we give ultimate birth to our own flow. in the zone where we know what is wrong and what is right. we drop the need to fight and really start to feel light. like a feather and now, no matter the weather, we ride at our own rate. its our own fate. born to be great. nothing else to contemplate.