Blur, most times I like when it's blur. It has no much ambience, not sharp. The observer have to look ogle.
It could be labelled a beauty spot, a manila (if celestial) or just blot.
Then, it takes time to unravel the truth. You have to be interested to see through the grime. Cos in front's just an illusion, a mirage. The truth lies ahead waiting for a buckle down to awaken from its rest. It hides behind earnestly waiting for a philosopher to come discover and the king to give the word. Cos when God hides a thing, its the honour of kings to search it out.
Though I love facts, I go for fiction. Cos we're to bring it to verity. The fictions of the past now the reality of the present. Burdened minds brought those dreams to reality. I want to create your tomorrow. The mind of an inventor. The shadows of the future all around us. How can this be? Time shall tell. But we shall not wait for time. We've got to device. Burden your minds, bring to reality fiction. Bring brass tacks animations of life. Be the next inventor.
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