It must amuse them to us this way,
Astray in dismay,
Fractured then shattered,
Then digging our graves,
Diminishing back into the billowy dust,
Embodied in me is a fantasy,
A pipedream of my ascension from this enslaved reality,
how I long to be free,
No more cuts and bruises,
Wounds, scars, or contusions,
No more pain or confusion,
To know peace of mind,
To feel sublime,
To find a love of a different kind,
Imagine, to graze those stars that were always to far,
To reach that nirvana, Elysium, arcadia,
Where the impossible is accessible,
Innovated to be achievable,
To think is to be unique,...