Liken to the sun in the middle of my universe You reach me across the expansion Pulling me away from the edge The teetering tower Shaking, creaking Whirring back and forth
Streaming like my consciousness into the void That the self has become But I had let you go Like so many others before
You fall back into your life to live While I wander out here Existing Devoid of the limitations that are set out by mortality Dieing a deathless death
With each heart beat That echo's Passing me by I become Godly Always outside of the world I so long to be apart of A physician of the soul
To a man with many faces, and his "Wibbly Wobbly Timey Whimey" device.