Scream and shout, and be shaking it all out..
To express is no less, than to confess,
to what a mess this is and isnt.

The glass full or empty? nah, the glass is imagined as is its fullness.

To be, is to be in illusion...

allusion...to what is real, the cant be named, cant be said, yet is always named always said...

Symbols and rituals cannot ferry you across the river,

The ferryman is life, as painful as in oft can be...

So scream and shout, let all that crap out.

And then dance into the sunrise of tommorrow.