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Confined to the frames of our minds

our lives revolve around our little own selves.

Our notions of truth are only truths

and the question to make sense of the senseless

is "why?"

Oh why?

In the fading sunlight we ponder the ways (of the world)

and ask questions that will always stay unanswered.

When reason fails we turn our away,

unwilling to face the truth.

Countless are the sleepless hours I've spent

on mulling over non-existent times

and gazed in mysterious awe

the cradle of time and matter

that curves around

and within me,

embraces me

and shows me to otherworldly planes.

Where evil thoughts remain

And feelings have no name

Insanity retained

The otherworldly, otherworldly planes

I found my way to the birthplace of dreams

of blissful sorrow, of woeful joy.

Here things have no names;

I know them by their true nature.

Drifting further now, I realize

this is it, the epitome of existence,

and I know, when time is due,

I'll meet death in ardour.

How could have things been any different

when the difference was to be found in me?

How could I've supposed change to be possible

when the subject of change should have been me?

Every pale gray day I see the people in their droves

sticking to their mundane, rancid ways.

Learn compassion and be true to yourself while there's time

or one day you will expiate your pride.

How could have things been any different

when the difference was to be found in me?

How could I've supposed change to be possible

when the subject of change should have been me?

All I loved, I loved for selfish reasons.

In everything I looked at I saw small glimpses of myself.

In newfound understanding I shall begin my

transmigration of souls.

It's all so painfully obvious now.

It's so cold in here.

It's a game of make-believe.

Shafts of yellow and tan streak the sky

only fade into a dark and dreary night.