I think a lot about the world we have created How we have severed our ability to listen to ourselves And how instead We put all our faith and trust in professionals We completely rely on them And insist that must know better than us They must We have become so afraid of death Afraid of injury Of upset And so determined to prevent it Prevent anything that might change

Traversing the subconscious Feels kind of like dreaming While your awake Like being half submerged In about ten memories at once And at the same time feeling as if you are in some post-apocalyptic world dry heat frying up all comfort And nothing is familiar The world is ending And the truth is that it is Because you are transforming Transitioning into someone else You are inside the chrysalis Your