Our minds act as virtual realities,
Portraying to the soul the world we feel and taste;
Adding up to that whatever we please.
So what we think and see come interlaced.

Yet all I find is but subjective
'Cause in this world all is mine.
Left no way to be affective
Towards those outside this shell of mine.

Forever lone in a stinky hole
Where none reach, nor can I be gone,
And see beyond the limits of my soul
To a spirit that is not my own.