what is this that i see beyond this film stretched before me,
what is this that i see in this panorama surrounding me,
What i see,
What i feel,
Not with hands,
Not with eyes,

Trying to reach behind

A void meant to grasp?
Or to never access?
Behind the pretty pictures in front of my eyes,
Behind what i see, what i hear, feel with hands

this pepper spray reality.
Blinding my Eyes,

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Is this life more than Paper?
Scribbled on by infant minds
Are these thoughts more than synapse?
Forsaken logic, analyzed


I'd Leave this world behind,
Only to glimpse the void that lies beyond.



Hearing thoughts, with our ears
Dragged somehow into reality,
Paranoid, what was that?
Was it truly just imagination?

Shadows crawl, in peripherals
How can we acknowledge what is not there?
How can we see nothing?
We're taught to disregard, not care.

No place defined for memory,
No room to judge our sanity
No evidence of consciousness
No way to know what once was of us,
But still, we know our memory
And still we judge our sanity
To restrain what we DO know
Of what we could be

Why do we hide?
Why are we afraid?



This life is only paper
Scribbled on by our infant minds
We're more than what we accept.
****** on hierarchys.

In the beginning we'll leave this world behind
In the end we'll return here again to find
What we were was unbelievable,
To what we are, seems divine

This world, what we are
This life, cast the film aside
In death, A glimpse, never an end
Rebirth,
A chance to try again,



Why do we hide?
We haven't opened our eyes.



This life is only paper.
This life is only fragile, printed paper
This life is only Paper.

Let'er R.I.P.