Culture ShockSitting on my front porch one day, a strange young adult in makeshift robes walked up the path to my house. He was a delightful young lad. Very movement was calm and calculated. The look on his face was of confusion. He didn't know anything about this place. The " pale stone residences" as he referred to them were completely foreign. It looked as if he had awakened for the first time.After a long discussion, I discovered his strange journey here, based on his memories. His story started with him awakening in a pod of a gel like ooze, nearly blind. He was shoved down a cold, hard tube by gravity, followed by a strange liquid. When he reached the bottom, he described a large man of great strength, with a body as harder than stone. The man called himself " T11". Siddartha then went on to explain an indescribable device, made of a strange metal that sent lightning around his body in a sphere. He appeared on a stone platform filled with white lines and metal chariots.
Infinity FallWith gears turning like clockwork,Thoughts turning like clockworkThe time runs byand our swords carve into the sky and into the earthall of our wants and desiresas the blood drips down from every wordWe chase the black cat to the ends of the earth.The mirage disappears as we are left to plummet,the hand of gravity dragging us downmaking lightning itself enviousThe rough walls, brown as tree-bark follow us downThe glint of light's taunting rays shrinking down.Our happy ignorance shielding us from each hammer's blowBang, Bam, Tic, TocEven through all of this, there still exists hope,if only we could shed our ignorance and simply look over and grab the rope.