Is this all there is?
Or is it already written?
Am I tied up by nature or by what they think I am?
There must be
Some kind of freedom
Enslaved by the flow of the universe
Infinity, does not belong to this world
But maybe somewhere
Thoughts and essence brought me to another land, now I can see, the endless stream
A void.
Here I can connect myself in the womb
Feeding all dimensions,
Flying through my overthinking, recreating my nature.
Limitless my mind sinks to the core of my consciousness, but I can't stay here.
There must be
How can I face reality knowing, that we can't fit in?
Infinity does not belong to this world
But maybe somewhere
I will be free