When my mind too like my body falls into the gloom of night,
It finds itself standing with Him, the Master of this realm, Delusion.
And thereafter things change
from this.

What is seen is not true
But it works in my favour, appeals my pride.
False? Yes, yet i find myself in a state
where i believe in everything that takes me away
from this.

What is that i hear?
My conscience screaming at me, telling me to come back.
Why am i the one to be blamed
A lone soul seeking lapse in time
From this?

And the time has come to break away
To force my eyelids open, to stare at that chronic ceiling.
I must live outside my mind till the sun sets
And make myself home
To this.