Read the Map

Read the map and you will see your destination, a place of beauty and truth. I need to reach that place so I can see my true strength. Things get displaced and the face of me seems disfigured. Little blue molecules crawl up my spine and into the cortex of it all and the little things appear and make sense. The sun is blue with pitch and resemblance to something that is all too common to me and to all of us. Am I getting to that age of seeing it all or am I arrogant and egotistical? I need that pill she says I need that drug, I need something to become me.