I must find a way to create sense of this madness
Soaring across a vast plane of existence
Solitude, there is nothing
I must find a way to create sense of this madness
But what I see is what I perceive
And what I perceive is reality
But what we see is not everything
So by that definition, reality is false
We’re trapped in our minds
and our minds must expand to break the chains that hold us back
We ask these questions and we look to god
We’re so dependent on what the other thinks, that we slowly become each other
In the future we all will be drones, if we do not diverge and find our souls