• With everything that sparks inspiration,
    The rest of the world shatters and falls away,
    Thoughts take over the universe and reveal its darkest secrets,
    There is no love or hate,
    It simply is.

    The arithmetic patterns made from every tiny signal,
    We lose ourselves in electronic sounds,
    The images are heavy and bold to our eyes,
    With sunlight that appears from beneath the surface,
    And planets hung so carefully above a calm beach.

    There is beauty to be seen in the words of man,
    The diversity that hides what once was,
    Explaining everything if one is willing to search,
    Pulling each other up from a dim abyss of uncertainty,
    We tear down the walls together.

    So easily manipulated by worldly senses,
    Changes of mind, heart, and soul,
    There is no right or wrong to be had,
    No such thing as success or failure,
    A steady continuation is the only outcome.

    Vain attempts to reach equilibrium,
    Not everything can be universal,
    Within infinite probability and unlimited freedom,
    It needs only to be observed through unbiased eyes,
    And everything you know must be forgotten.

    Strange premonitions of past, present, and future,
    Déjà vu through the third eye,
    Pieces of the soul escape and see things we could never imagine,
    With an ability far greater than the human mind,
    We are all just players in the game of life.