Reality, simply existing because it does, if we get into the depths of it, there could be an ocean of reason, from the atoms to the stars above, but it won’t change its existence, or the feeling of the cold, hard ground, some simply have more than others, but no matter the price we put on certain things, or the magick of alchemy, everything under heaven has been weighed, and has a value, what is the weight of the soul, the influence of a good deed, and as one watches from above, it’s almost as if fate has reason, and luck has a source, one works to extend a branch, and bear a fruit, another eats it, he doesn’t think twice, the taste on his lips, is he savoring, or is he worried about the day, the dance that will play out, his excuses, when those from above measure him, will he have a way, we can lie and we can cheat, but truth will always echo, me and your daughter’s lips…You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.