We contemplate and waste away, making haste towards that future day,
beyond the horizon, when we finally meet in Death’s Domain.
A temporary escape from this world of form we know- to be ephemeral
We made up all these walls we see around to separate ourselves, from streaming energy
We must remember what it took to get to where we are, the power of the mind, our will power to burn as bright as the sun.

We are Star Children, born out of celestial dust
When our time is up we’ll return to eternity, and the stars above
What a wondrous existence, to know Luv.
Through our shifting shapes we press on into
The infinite expanse surrounding our thoughts
Where eternal peace and patience can be found, in the unfolding of each and every one of us.

We all know there’s so much more than we see, that language can’t explain cause it’s more than us. But if you take a chance, and make a choice. You’ll find inside your mind that terrific crafting power. Psychophysic intuition, interceptor of stellar fragments. Phoenix skinned apparatus, worldly Psychoid of our consciousness.

Everything’s in flux, Change our only truth.
Burden’s that amount in our Demythologizing
Of the world’s history we were told, revolutionizing
The visions we once held through our Mind’s Eye
Images we had crafted for our selves survival.
There are wild deep wills inside all of us
Where they planted seeds of darkness in our tiny hearts
And with them came a sense of self and greater realm ‘outside’
Where holograms dance like jitterbugs, replicating our desires.
The implicate order out of which we derive space and time
And a sense of self in contradiction to the overmind.

Now I’m feeling so incredible, becoming a transparent eyeball.
Beaming through the looking glass, at that twisted lighthouse flashing past
A green light on and off every night.

As we know not what death is so let’s not waste our time
The question to be or not to be is erased from our minds
Like a memory of way back when time was out of joint
And the world circled round you and me
How the universe spectacles us with her ceremonious revelry.
But now I’m lost, and the mind I shaped by design is leaving me,
For I’ve gone, taken away from the things I once believed yet
I emerge simultaneously eternally from the chrysalis of air.
As we are, we are we are, as we all are.