The World in my Palm

This world is my own, yours is moving on
Refusing to fold under this pressure I have known,
Take me to unfamiliar places
Imaginations, where I see familiar faces
A resistance to such existence
Expanding our minds to the point of collision,
Uncertain, yet probable
The possibilities are remarkable,
Interactive systems, connected to explanations,
Accumulating a thought, devoured by saturation,
Regulating the essentials by developing a sequence,
Consistently concentrating on what is so desperately needed,
My objective is to escape these conditions,
With the ability I possess I will speak them into existence,
Precisely I look, carefully I speak
Responding to this complication in order to breathe,
Scrutinizing this evidence with me as my witness,
Fabricating the components of these new found systems,
Intricate thoughts are illuminating my logic,
The balls in my court as I refuse to drop it,
I have finally implied that I have finally survived,
Despite any arguments I was born to die,
Substantial activity yet there is no consistency,
In all actuality it is nothing but simplicity,
I'm expanding thus no longer collapsing,
My future is now adding to my past subtracting,
This world is my own, yours is moving on,
I am refusing to fold under this pressure I have known.