Standing over myself
Cinematic symbolism intricately woven
Watching life go by
As thoughts cease
Emotions become
Sharp as needles
Piercing every lost concept

Awakening the mind
And resurfacing that
Primitive, unfounded instigation
To exist without fear
To seek pleasure, but

We destroy ourselves to become one
With the surroundings we can never
Touch; our contact is inane

We see their faces
In our dreams
But the actions
Speaking only to us
Are hidden from view

The moment we step from the pool
Of our own qualitative perception
Ripple, rippled, calming
Until nothing is left
But a scar