Running from that which strengthens me,
I am lost in the void of consciousness.
This choice of mine, made half in fear,
Will guide my path of blind ambition.

Conscious minds are prisons in themselves:
Prisons of lust and loss, of pain and love
That never cease to hold captive the soul.

I discourage the ordinary and reject the sane;
The only true sanity lies in understanding of the self.
In searching for reason, one finds naught but riddles
But from their disorder, meaning is born.

Think on this, friends, and you will find little but confusion
For even the widely-held truths of this realm mean little to the enlightened mind.

What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Is it really me or could it be a disguise?
How could you know that your judgments are true?
Judgments of life, of me, and of you...

What makes you think that we all live the same
Without unique experience, perception, or name?
What gives you right to judge a man's life
When it is so full of love, of hate, and of strife?

Can you not see that what makes one themself
Can't simply be boxed up and put on a shelf?
It takes more than material possessions and things
To make up a life that is worthy for kings.

So open your eyes and see what is there;
Open your eyes to show you still care.
If you do not, you risk going blind
Searching for something you may never find.