• What do you do when there aren't enough hours in a day?
    When your thoughts escape you before you get a chance to speak them?
    The slow clock ever winding in the midst of your own perception of reality.
    Each instant perceived through a multitude of future, but to which path do you belong?
    To whose perception does your mind owe its existence?
    Is our existence based upon others' perceptions?
    We are as they see us.
    As we are perceived, we are judged.
    Each entity different in another person's eyes.
    The real question is; how do we perceive ourselves?
    Do we let them decide who we are, or do we influence them to see us as we see ourselves?
    We are as we see us, yet we are as they want us to be.
    An enigma in our own rights.
    Our minds transparent yet untraversed.