| reflection | |
| I have come curiously close to the end, though | |
| Beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole. defeated i | |
| Concede and move closer. i may find comfort here | |
| I may find peace within the emptiness. how pitiful. | |
| It's calling me | |
| ... | |
| And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. | |
| The moon tells me a secret. my confidant. | |
| As full and bright as i am, this light is not my own | |
| A million light reflections pass over me | |
| It's source is bright and endless. | |
| She resuscitates the hopeless | |
| Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting. | |
| And as i pull my head out | |
| I am without one doubt | |
| Don't want to be down here | |
| Feeding my narcissism i | |
| Must crucify the ego | |
| Before it's far too late | |
| I pray the light lifts me out | |
| Before i pine away. | |
| ... | |
| So crucify the ego | |
| Before it's far too late | |
| To leave behind this place so | |
| Negative and blind and cynical | |
| And we will come to find | |
| That we are all one mind | |
| Capable of all that's | |
| Imagine the unconceivable | |
| Just let the light touch you | |
| And let the words spill thorough | |
| Just let them pass right through, | |
| Bringing out our hope and reason. | |
| Before we pine away. | |
| ... |