For the truth, I've cut my ties with the collective
I find no relevance in this world
I am a mere onlooker, a silent seeker
Conforming myself to the likes of an outcast
Without any regret, however, I find support in my mind,
In a clairvoyant entity I have only surmised,
And a place I can only envision; the one in the sky
My soul belongs to something greater, but elsewhere
I intend to find my purpose, for the truth is all I need
However, as triumphant as an ultimate answer may be,
The world during the course of a search for meaning,
Is chilled and repetitive, constantly threatening sanity.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
For the truth, I've cut my ties with the collective
I find no relevance in this world
I am a mere onlooker, a silent seeker
Conforming myself to the likes of an outcast
Without any regret, however, I find support in my mind,
In a clairvoyant entity I have only surmised,
And a place I can only envision; the one in the sky
My soul belongs to something greater, but elsewhere
I intend to find my purpose, for the truth is all I need
However, as triumphant as an ultimate answer may be,
The world during the course of a search for meaning,
Is chilled and repetitive, constantly threatening sanity.
I have so much to be grateful for,
So many people I love and who (hopefully) love me,
But in all of the sunshine surrounding me,
I have never felt so alone in my entire life thus far.
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