Entering the depths of my desolate mind,
A surely etched image you’re sure to find…
An image of love and overflowing compassion,
That has me enraptured in such a fashion…

An image so perfect, its too good to be real,
A sensation so numbing its hard to feel…
Which links itself to every part of me,
Just as every drop of water belongs to the vast sea…

And though now it seems to have become obsolete,
Due to various ends and means that just don’t meet,
It’s essence still strongly burns within,
Even though it’s  just an end that didn’t even begin…

Such is the power it can emanate,
And make me the master of my fate,
No false pretence, it can illuminate the dark…
No doubt, its made more than its mark…

But it’s a mark that was never shot, never even aimed,
Just a hopeful dream from one so maimed,
An image whose real reason for existence,
Is based on false belief and such nonsense…

And when this thought taints the mind,
Pains so incoherently it can make one blind,
And nightmares arise where dreams once sprouted,
And every logical explanation is doubted…

And the heart which still wants to express,
Emotion that has crossed the limit of being pointless,
When crying makes more sense than laughing,
When detriment happiness does bring…

And a pre-existing void widens exponentially,
Memories attach and detach themselves infinitely…
And a thousand times each blink of an eye,
You feel like you get reborn after you die…

The pain difficult to reconcile with every time,
Reincarnated destruction by something so grandly sublime…
And the more it keeps hitting me hard,
More and more of my thought and action it does ******…

A worthless dream, like freedom for a bird in a cage,
The redemption of youth to a man in old age…
A trumpet that does not make any sound,
An aeroplane that never left the ground…

And wisps of reality can blow everything away,
While sleepless nights turn into unproductive days…
As the soul chokes over something that just isn’t there,
Gasping and rasping for a breath of fresh air…

An image that shatters, but doesn’t shatter,
That means absolutely nothing yet is everything you hold dear…
An image that isn’t at all supposed to exist,
Yet in which I am living amidst…