Feel the amber winds blow on through
As you ascend towards the tungsten gate
Slowly opening up a vast garden of green
And in every corner, rests a lush bush
But where is the chosen one you seek?
Where are her amber winds?
Weaved in a tapestry, lost forever
Of diverse verses, tangled as one
Pick them apart
As only if
Your life’s meaning
Truly depended on it
But there’s always tomorrow
To try again
Not realizing the chosen one
Only exists in your thoughts
A sad condolence for one
When you hear aloud
“Consciousness, party of one
Your table is now available”