There’s nothing to hold on to
Or things which we can take with us
Fleeting moments of the surreal
We magnify the perceptions as we travel
Nothing more than a realistic mirage
Travelling through the tunnel of time
There’s nothing to accumulate
Our souls are free, without possessions
Do not hold it back with shackles
Time will wither away in an illusionary darkness
We travel with an anticipation of being immortal
Truth is we are always free
Often we have to listen to our soul
Leave possessions behind and look ahead
There’s eternity looking at you with eagerness