Every moment of my day is painted with a back scene.
One that I can neither see, touch, nor hear.

I make a pledge of truth,
Confined in the sensations of my daily experiences.

The gentle rise and fall of promiscuous tones,
Imbuing themselves from the heart of my throne.

This peak of excitement meets me in moments
Where bliss encapsulates my thoughts.

I find honor in an expansive bubble of of tranquility.
I see fortitude entrenched in the present moment,
Resulting from the expression of my awareness.

The feeling of grace may be fleeting at times,
But I may rendezvous with despair as a sign.

Terror, happiness, contentment.
These are all sign posts acting as a reminder
To see off the transactions I've bought into
With the presentment of my character.

I am a testimony of an expanded truth.