Being alone, I thought I'd never change
How I feel my pineal gland turning inside-out.
Inner journey was never meant this way -
Shivering headaches, rusted nails in the eyes.
Maybe I've done something wrong?
Crushed and burned myself between the stars,
Flown into the darkest galactic wells,
Instead of just looking at the sky.
Maybe I've shut myself in?
Seeing how I've been disappearing,
Like a smoke, leaving only a scent and a cough
And rarely some tears.
It should have been an ecstasy,
Lotus petals flowing down a crystal stream,
Moonlit plains combed by wind,
Not a thorny mistletoe growing within.
Heart torn to pieces, mind shattered too,
Gazing inside has come as a pain.
Never at ease, never to feel safe,
Is my inner journey destined to be doomed?
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