A to B

Take on a new perspective of how my mind works and why but just shortened into a summary as a poem for convenience to look back on

Intangled by the single prisims that govern our existence's. From point A to point B in our dimension of precision. If the line of time has come from rhym or rythem of our actions and curriculum. Then why don't I feel like the rest of them. It's like I'm stuck in a predicament. From just one side the others are predictable.

Author's Note

Just a diff look and abstract writing