I am here in a room
There are mysterious creatures roaming
They were laughing and playing
So far these are only illusions
Illusions that I created

I came in a reality
There were no bright lights blinding my eyes
Finally a tulip blooming in August
There was only darkness
And the moon and the stars are only with me

Perhaps I must fall into the ocean...

Blinding my eyes when it was necessary...

Did he like his practices?

I'm tired of injecting nonsense in my head turning my body too cold.