The river flows fast and with much rage,i feel the past flying by,as the future beckons from afar. A knock on my head,wakes my mind ajar,opens several unknown doors in far recesses of forgotten memory. It almost feels ephemeral, my brain cells alight with endorphins and extra serotonin, fusing my neurons and electric highways, into paths of new ways of thinking. Searching for purer thoughts,its harder than you think. The day to day grime and man made time, leave little room for the buzz of natural creativity,god i feel my liberty has been stolen and my tongue feels swollen shut from all the enforced censorship.