why do i fear the grasp of repercussions, will they last?nnor bury my head in the sands, rather than peer through the looking glass?nnim looking on and on and on into an age of distorted lightnnwhere i open up my senses and see miles and miles of strife.nnspeaking to me in tongues. grasping with millions of arms,nnsymbols that speak a history of mankind.nnare you a symbol of power-struggle? death? or just a rebirth of a phantom existence?nnlanguage barrier or culturally blind? mind over matter or matter over mind?nna void of communication because youre speaking to yourself in symbols of the mind.nnin a culture that cannot sing, id rather be screaming.nnyou are who you will yourself to be.nnits the freedom of creation.