It's the specific & the universal
the balance of it all

a term lost in context
as we continue to fall
further and further
from the ground we know
a misshapen object of
memories stored to show
our friends and family
just how deep we go

How deep can we get?
What limits the experience?
Can we escape them?(the limits)

the depths are infinite
limitless expanses, inescapable
insanity rooted in our humanity
chains linked with excuses
weighted by disillusion
clouded by confusion
floating alto, stratus, cumulus
just snap fingers three times quick
and see through the illusion


Whats the illusion like?
I want to know it all.
Have you been there?*


been there? I used to live there
and everyday I wish I could go back
where pretty pictures stick as fixtures
but alas, I opened my eyes wide
for the first time saw reality
as pain washed in with the tide

take caution with your pursuit of knowledge
it seems any kind of bliss can only be found in ignorance
but who needs bliss when the world is so intricate
and who's to say we're so delicate, it's
taken an ocean to erode my exterior