I have come curiously close to the end,
Down beneath my self-indulgent, pitiful hole.
Defeated, I concede and move closer.
I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness,
How pitiful.
It's calling me.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping,
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
And a million light reflections pass over me.
It's source is bright and endless,
She resuscitates the hopeless,
Without her, we are lifeless satellites,
Drifting...
And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt.
Don't wanna be down here, soothing my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late.
I pray the light lifts me out...
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place, so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind,
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you,
And let the words spill through,
Let them pass right through,
Bringing out our hope and reason...
Before we pine away.
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground.
New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon.
Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship.
Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain.
Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom.
Shored the origin forms to a ground accede.
Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining.
Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.
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