Sterling Elysian presents GLITTER

All that glitters is not gold...My eyes see lengtening shadows...My physical being is captured in time...My soul drifts to places existing only in the maze of my neural networks...All that glitters is not hope...As I witness the setting sun, too close to ignore...Perhaps to go there would disturb the allready ingrained neural pathways that assure my reality...All that glitters is not real...As I imagine the future as bright as the glitter created in my mind...One thing is for certain...That shine of bright quivering light can be reality...You must believe hard enough to turn that glitter to gold.....