Opposition fusion the aim, the goal I'm happy now for I'm real not a role So others can touch for others can feel In my maze of options with all of them real In a hollow mind (the tunnel of life's distractions) You build a road long from all your actions You must know this road that you walk along You laid it with sk**, how could you be wrong? A blind eye hides for its own sake Because human suffering is a human mistake Its Vortex will create your need to fake With room to manoeuvre its life is your tumour What will you do when you find this is true? Act? Retract? Remain intact? Progression is slaughtered by your needle point view Will you be shocked when you get what is due? The life of the Vortex grows through bias addition Its delusions of superiority bound tight in fiction An accomplice to the mask if your past was a farce But removing this collection will stir recollection Take the chain off your answer before throwing it at me