Dead but not resting
I nestle within the confines of my mind
Lay back
This everlasting ritual
Neglect the sense to contend once again
We must realize now is forever
While sentiments are known
Intellect neglects to restrain
Seeking the enlightenment
Though scared to faithfully exist
Strive to be lost in bliss
Become lost in what you thought
You could make yourself
We strive for the radiance
Yet forget the path
Hidden in this awful glare
We are more
Than we may seem
At first look
The color won't be seen
Look through the glass
I can see the color
Become lost in what you thought
You could make yourself