Maelstrom of the inner world
A kaleidoscope of dim thoughts
The shape of the breath
lost under the spheres
Broken reflections, chaos intertwined
A curtain of void where no light is defined
Burn the flesh
Raise the curtain
Enlighten the path
Life is the essence from which we will learn,
that time is the fire in which we burn
The journey through the filters darkly concealed
Only through fire the process is revealed
Burn the flesh
Raise the curtain
Enlighten the path
The current of the conscious mind
A library of thoughts re-indexed
The shape of the breath
in the presence of the spheres
Mended mirrors, thoughts realigned
The curtain of void lifted, where no light’s defined