due time

Hippie, flower child, free spirit, guided by the wind, attracted by the light. Something is not right, in the dead of night, she awakens to the darkness of her soul being attacked by the reality of society. Trying to concentrate on her dreams, and running away from the nightmare that haunts her. Twirl that glow stick, fight off the demons, say a prayer and chant and snap... something is happening.. to her true reality she must tap. The sounds of melodies from her mind chime in. Is it real? This abstract world or state of mind, and her soul mate she found, reads her mind all the time. In a quontum state of thinking, it feels like her brain is bleeding, searching for the meaning, searching for the answers. Are we really alive? Do you and i exsist? And if I seek an answer through my 3rd eye...does that open up my mind? and in the end all i can say..is in due time....