Ride this moment till the end,
With your consciousness strapped behind a seat belt.
Who knows the roads we will take,
The views that we will see,
And the stories we will make.

Life is one big cosmic joke
But once you get it
It is infinitely funny

Dare to laugh at the joke nobody spoke
Laugh along
Play along

Tip of a root,
Surrounded by dirt.
Unaware of the tree,
Above the earth,
Connected to other roots,
Belonging to the tree.

The leaves,
At the top of the tree,
Gain a better view,
With movements seperate.
Without the wind,
There would be no duality.

All of these are aspects of me.

All the things I thought I wanted
All the lies I told still haunt me
All the while I feel taunted
Seen the truth these demons flaunted.

The price of living is the pain of forgiving
The essence of despair dampens the spirit of whats fair
The devils feast like vultures carving man like clay sculptures
Kneading in obsession to create creatures open to possession.

In the end we are made as grotesque caricatures fiends and characters playing in an infernal play.