The peaceful silence of the midnight train extends its reach to the small town as you pass it, looking somber with a touch of nostalgia for the people who live there. Existence in its full potential fails to reach most people, who find peace while asleep. Due to popular demand, small conversations have become an inherent nicety of the common man. When I dream, sometimes the dream stays with me during the day and becomes a reality. You must understand the judgment of personal reflection as a reminder of the self-reflective wisdom that comes naturally from the subconscious mind, as trees and houses blur into color. A message from the mind reveals itself slowly and fragmentarily, When we achieve the vision is it truly what we wanted, or just a collage of the pieces? You exist at a 9-5, but who is it that exists? Are you you, or a version that wakes up as you enter the parking lot and the true self sleeps in the back of your mind? Creation comes quickly, but do we refine and destroy the organic nature of the solution? And then you wake up, and the cycle repeats. The answer is at the tip of your tongue; you always feel just almost there. You are always just almost there. What is missing to take you that last step into greatness? Creation comes quickly, but do we refine and destroy the organic nature of the solution? The day repeats, but today you have a different shirt on, or you're wearing the pants from yesterday, but you are still you. You've been asleep, but now the world seems different. You start to notice things more than usual, but you then snap out of it as a coworker reminds you to send the email you promised from yesterday at the same time it is today, and you realize your coffee left a ring on the desk next to important papers you needed to mail. Things always seem to almost become perfect until one thing changes the direction of thought. Spins it into a dramatic scene that pulls you back into the spiral of looking for perfection and the peace of mind it brings.