I cannot remember what it was that came before All I know is that I'm alone (within each fragment of every thinking body) Subjective pieces of a collective unconscious Which have been dispersed upon reflection Each remnant in solitude trying to find their way back home Shaping their own images Before the night conceived the stars Before the dawn Before the eyes deceived us all A place I no longer recall I must have been sleepwalking Through my nightmares In which I caught a glimpse Of my own self reflection Becoming aware of my own futility Is this real Nothing Or just something Is real I've been longing To feel I tried to create In order to understand And now that I know I have become More incomplete