I
Aspire
To
Be
Introduced
To
Myself

Ensconced in solitude,
I ponder of what will unshackle,
Any matter of euphoria,
Left of me in the forthcoming

Within I feel as vacant,
As the endless skies filled with nothing
As I am endless once again.

The anima I hold behind my visible being,
Behind everything knowledgeable to anyone else,
Cries out and reaches for a saving from a falling,
A falling from grace.

I pause everything of me
'Till the chronology of me is truly present
*Yet I hope I don't start living yet

I show em how im so rare
I tell em how I dont care
It might seem as if there's no one i would spare
But the funny thing is,
The closest of mine have no clue
*Phew

There's really no way to reach me
I always show them as many sides i can show
so i can remain unknown
I control the thought of them thinking of me
so i can remain a mystery
I will never be me
I can just see through the sea,
Of people unable to be free

With my blind eyes I seek.
A reason why all I see from what I cannot see,
fills my cup of feelings with enormity
A being that guides me to peoples souls,
in order for me to feel the ones I had the inability to see.
Living in this cipher...
I seek my blind eyes.

Countless days of trying and failing and trying again and again and again and again
How can someone just throw something away so carelessly
Does anyone understand?
I wonder if anyone has pity that is of actuality anymore.

I wish for the ending to end already
Maybe a new beginning to begin.
But hey, that'l end too.

That's what living is for, it's to experience death, in limitless forms...
This is only a killing
To a life that's died more than a thousand times

Is it true, that only I can see from this perspective?
Is anyone out there, with enough commonality to see the dimension I see?
Is there any existence, congruent to mine?

It's fearful to think about,
I'm alone in my dimension