Reign

I'm dividedlostdivided into a million of themeach one loves me dearlyadores and consumes me fullythere is no such thing as making a choicethere is a thing called deathand ashesas I'm sitting herelaying my essence in the empty spaceI feel itBoth sides of immortalInfiniteI don't have an endthere is not a way invented yetthat containthe heavy space stuff I carrymaybe dark matter is in meexpanding with the energy the universe is massiveand so are webut just maybe the reason it accelerates this fastis because we toocarrymaybe what they call soulis intelligent dark energylost in the theorieseach one wants my life to marryput a ring on the fingertake me away on a long lost ferryunboxed thinkingmaybe thoughts are what leaves us old and wearymaybe that is the proof that we tooexpand so fastlike the one that is dark in its beautyall our liveswe go searchinglook for ways to contemplatefind that one melodyand transcribe it to symbolsinvent languages present realitiesthen forget they were once ideasmade up by what we call nowthe sanitorials of mindsit is all connecteddependent on one and only feelingthe perspectivethe piano washes away the realityguitar introduces itself later ongreets you like there is nothing to worrythe notes calm you downreminds that once there was nothing and just because we made it a thingdoes not mean that indeed we did succeedhumans are lost in the meaningwhich they've translated nothing from they are lost in the black seathey call it thoughts as we speakwe humanswe named one thing and that was once nothingwe called that singularitycause there could be no worldwhere the meaning could only be lostmaking sense out of the world consisted of putting names on iton itthe shadowsnature as we seeand yes there is so much we are incapable to seewhen you close your eyesthat is when you start to see the real seethat is the magnificencebecause realityhas always been a true matter of perspectiveone which we lost ourselves innow here standingwe use the reality we created to harm the ones we namedwe once appreciated their beautybefore getting the urge to own them allwe humanswe love and comtemplate before we hateand hate with all its darknessis a form of beautybecause we humans are beautiful intelligent beingsthe most of allthe imperfectionhowever it all should belong to no onebut us all

the sense of belonging is getting lost on meI'm once again where I waswhere I used to be

spinning round and roundlearningsearchingfeelingenlighteningwhat I thought was lost

nothing was lostbut we found it instead

because once and nowthere is and was no such thing as meaning

we tore the storms apartbuild ourselves the tools to carrycarry us aboveairborne creatures we arewashing ourselves away in the beauty of pretense it is all toounplannedwe have the abilityfree to decide and ownwhen we feel like it's time to rain over itbecause we declare the nature incapablewe shall have the reign on it

and none should have the reign on us