I write to escape the matrix Sample: sometimes I reckon on my thinking! I’m I conceptualising the world through it, Or I’m the abstract which my thinking is trying to dissect Sometimes I deem as if I’m the dream of the the dream I mean, is the dream is my purpose or I’m the purpose of the dream? You can use your imagery to grasp me lyrically But you can’t define me, as I’m the dichotomy between theory and practice in psychology.