Moving2Mars

Earth… confusingly opposed to new direction, manufactured perfection… exception is form reflection. Waking the day away within another laid betray, steaming my soul to stay… yet wisdom wrote the anchor bay. So one must proceed to achieve what one needs… be it elsewhere, yet everywhere here won't fulfill the flare.

Questions arise… no mental's surprised, the night is mesmerized with red disguised… Mars I'll make my manic rise! Placed the poet, artist, designer, musician on a particular missio...