Riches, fame and fortune are similar to floating clouds; fluttering and drifting. The irregular motions and aimless course bring on the sense of cumbersome congestion.
I believe each individual possesses the switches, electrical supply system, gauges, meters, ignition, head lights, tail lights, starter, battery, etc.
Yes, the dust of the tangible has tirelessly taught me that each individual can be tantamount to the brand spanking new hardtop convertible.
Will you take the seat of
intuition and insight and
toward holy fields of wisdom
or stall in the piercing depths of fear that you have created?