My waking hours are no more real
Than the dreams that haunt my mind
Be there any emotions so volatile
Or the favorable reactions common
Life shall denote no more meaning
Than the cogs in a mechanical event
The cosmos reflected in eventuality
I am but a mystery in the making
To breach the velocity of escape
Than to remain in composite madness
Every being has an event horizon
Only the measure needs calculation
Divinity is a sure result of life
Than constant rebirth into oblivion
What necessitates this departure
Is the realization of one's misery
To be aware that one is dreaming
Than to hold onto the fate of sleep
I shall not want any more red
Nor yellow, an ascent shall suffice
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