What do you see when you seek to be seen
This belief in our being, repeat our routine,
We drift upon the shallows like leaves upon streams
Our time here more fleeting than dreams Inside Dreams

This story that I narrate and script,
my mind's eye directs me as I represent, an entity,
is it me? Of course it be, my source is internal forces and sorcery,
expel imposters and forgeries,
my secrets remain intact, I justify the ways I act
through feed back, how the terrain is my map
An animation, guided by those who lit the match,
interpret shadows inside this castle of synapse,
this syntax of pride, what it means to be alive,
from the moment I arrived towards an opus and decline,
on top of all the shock and awe of emergent design,
I'm severed from divine, a measurement in time,
my particles are bonded through through affinity of mind,
I see myself as complete as I seek to draw a line,
between me, myself, and I, to deceive myself requires
I teach myself what completeness means and why it is desired,
But now do I have the power to just be,
I'm swimming against the current into horizons unseen,
I'm drowning from this pressure inside me I can't breath,
How can I hate myself, this fate is hell, no way this can be

All there is, there is much deeper to go
These waves of our life's teach us we reap what we sow
All the storms on the surface don't disturb what's below
All the forms that we nurture only keep us in tow

If there is a within, there is a without,
something's missing from renditions of temporal discounts,
our surroundings are ossified, we taxed the cost of pride,
how many lost our lives as we cross the lines,
from the codes of Hammurabi unfold this fraught design,
humans can be configured in order to emulsify,
Negative repulsions, we resort to base frequencies,
divide, maintain decency, but combine when pains increasingly
formalized, exiled to personality borderlines,
we have to react against attack and further fortify,
yesterday still echoes as a morbid cry,
tomorrow's apocalypse could see us scorch the skies,
we manage our terror as the era mortifies,
through panic and uncertainty we mourn the price
of free floating anxiety that's ensured to strike
collective perceptions of what good is, and what good is life,
Can we articulate what's essential vs ornamental,
How you're present verse how your presence torments you,
We forced to conform to shapes, each constellation an orphaned place, drifting apart along dark orbits that no force escapes
heat death of the universe beckons toward our fate,
we've spelled out this abyss with myths we calculate,
led by these distortions we only warp our own image,
We contort in shallow graves framed by shallow visions

Of All there is, there is much deeper to go
These waves of our life's teach us we reap what we sow
All the storms on the surface don't disturb what's below
All the norms that we nurture don't deserve what we owe
To All there is, there is much deeper to go
These waves of our lives' teach us we reap what we sow
The highs and lows only exists ontop of what is surface
Beneath the turmoil is a peace we can nourish

It's high time, I set sail at high tide,
With wide skies by my side, jettison my body and my mind,
I quest for consciousness ideal for human flourishing,
conscious of the turmoil I subconsciously am nourishing,
how to know surrender is the certainty?
If I need to ask the question then I guess I'm still surfacing,

among the bloom of stasis and the curse it brings,
of being trapped inside a cycle I learn to see
As what I deserve and not paths to furthering,
I realize this future and past is not serving me,
breath, I break with the loop, I exist,
In these moments of clarity I can be, I assess,
my body and my mind, am I well am I sick?
The medicine of the present tense I must not resist.
Is it a quest or a question? Am I less or a lesson?
Dreams Inside of dreams our beings are evanescent
Awaken to witness forms my identity has taken me
there is no world outside the one I drive to creation
What's the remedy for serenity? Timeless throughout the centuries
I've become an alchemist, transcending limits that are meant it be
transmuted, metal to gold, suffering to consciousness,
disaster to enlightenment, in this age of tectonic shifts,
do I break away or immerse into the monuments?
The power is the choice, the privilege - the consequence,
I can't rush life as an attempt to taste the now,
I cultivate how to embrace all the trials,
a lake can span forever but what is deep down?
The totality of experience, I yearn to know how

With All there is, there is much deeper to go
These waves of our life's teach us we reap what we sow
All the storms on the surface don't disturb what's below
All the forms that we nurture only keep us in tow
To all there is, there is much deeper to go
These waves of our live's teach us we reap what we sow
The highs and lows only persist ontop of what is surface
Beneath the turmoil is a peace we can nourish