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.