The last trace
Of a connection fails
Fades away
Unnoticed
Defeated
I’m no longer the world
The world no longer me
A world unto myself

A reflection of creation
Of the universe and all that stands
Lies in oneself
Designs made by these unskilled hands
Lines, webs, labyrinths
Artfully crafted disorder
For the blissfully ignorant mind

Why are we so afraid of something that will never be?
Fantasies of things
Greater than me
Greater than you
You were never awakened
You were put to an even deeper sedated sleep

The last voice
Of reason dies
Drugged out, we run to hide
Awaken, sleep
It’s all the same
Your creator, your force
An illusion of grandeur
For wretched cowards
Who can never accept
The fruitlessness
Of a so called higher purpose