My eyes are open yet, I not see
The desperation of our souls
The stifling of our words
The choking of our feelings
I seek, what I already have
But I know not
And strive to hug it close, so no one
Can’t take it away
This constant desire to be
In Control, the thirst for
Pastures of pleasures
Oh this conflict of being, the illusion,
Illusion that’s like a maiden, dances and sings
Pulls you, draws you to a mirage
And as you draw out your lustful hand
Only turns into a pile of sand
Like everything else
And then, in your light I become one
The purity of everything
The quiet of your invisible hand on my head
Sucking out the ideas,
Ideas of who am I
More so the Idea of who I aren’t and
Who I oughtn’t to be
And I close my eyes and in
A little tear I shed all my becoming