on day i'll get there . . .

my epistemology on life may be insanity to others but as time develops rapidly in my naked eye my anthropology is fading negatively.... im trying my hardest to endeavor being free from the madness that occurs nationally but for some reason it has more of a effect in my community which is filled with my siblings, yes i still believe that we as black people are the special ones the creators of creation, as that fact travels in my mind i gaze up in the sky and see stars that form multiple straight lines towards a window in my eyes but a door to another world i raise my hand up high but i can't reach i try using the elevator right by me but i need a key im sighing & crying as i try to break out this box im in, so i depend on knowledge and my unexceptional mind to take me to that perspicuous window up in the sky.