I don’t know how I got here
I don’t know if I fell
I can’t see the moonlight clear
Trapped in the bottom of a well
Or maybe I’m in a box
With no ceiling or thin walls
Just an endless white paradox
Of repetition in these halls
I don’t know where I’ve been
I don’t know where to go
Perhaps I’ve committed sins
Or maybe lost my soul
Trapped between the sharpest stones
Stuck under molten rock
I can’t feel the wind now blown
I can’t heal now nor atone
The ice above me feels so fresh
It would be nice if I could take a breath
Caught between the wire’s mesh
Dangling above the rope of death
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who to be
Buried under golden sands
Washed up along the sea
Its pointless to resist
In this reality we create
How to prove we exist?
Maybe we aren’t who we make
Or maybe we have many forms
All of which are one
But unpredictable storms
Come as consistent as the sun
And the meaning of us all
This I’ve learned to share
I will no longer stall
Because I know longer care
So do just as you please
Without the consent of those
Who demand your appease
Because they fail to know
That under shooting stars
We are here on vacation
And though it seems so far
We’ll be at new destinations
In another form
As another one
As unpredictable as storms
But as consistent as the sun