The days we live, at times they number themselves. The verbose, they overflow and mimic the truths that lie quaking in all the corners of the world. Our lives have become inundated by over-abundances of relationships with images we praise and worship like a sex-starved teenager over dalliances. Yet fundamental necessities like knowledge and progression evade even the most minuscule portions of our daily intake. We’ve become focused on the wrong things, and we’ve yet to realize it. Daydreams are lasting longer than the days themselves; nightmares are plaguing those who realize it. Where shall the truth lie when the lies are becoming truths?