This man has no more life No limits to confine This nothingness And no one to confide in And as his body's losing moves He fails to give the brain some clues And breed connections To obtain self-conscious identification
Everything is not real Yet illusive it's all an ordeal And it tempts to pass away But the very thought gives dismay
Ch: Feels right to pile up scars Of never going nightmares And feign truth that never abides Seems mind's gone far too down Out of reach of what's left sane He stays in void between the two
If there could be Direction which way to steer To find, to see That this man is me Deprived of will He lingers in this void still Oh, can he see That this man is me?
Was there a time he thought him wise Or was it guilt to emphasise His shallowness When world could not suffice? And was it knowledge that he sought Or just his ego that got blurred With the wish to gain admiration By adopting mind to self-elaboration?
Might is gained with the sweat He is now his own mind architect He explores the inner sea But he drowns in his prison to be