I awakened one day to find most others asleep
Memories of the past I did not keep
What is this place? What brought me here?
The connection between the aphotic and fear.
I existed in this place of variable awareness
At times control, others none
Where does the difference lie, I wonder
When did this knowledge begin (begun?)
I witnessed ideas I feared and loved,
Situations that could not be explained,
I felt I was in this place before
In a world cold, trapped and chained.
Here, however, I was free
But this freedom was bound with a price
For when awareness outweighed all else
I saw everything.
Memories incorporeal, drifting
In the tapestry of all existence, converging
And into web-like forms dispersing
A voice out of the chaos pulling
And softly singing “Good morning.”
The connection between the aphotic and fear.
I existed in this place of variable awareness
At times control, others none
Where does the difference lie, I wonder
When did this knowledge begin (begun?)
I witnessed ideas I feared and loved,
Situations that could not be explained,
I felt I was in this place before
In a world cold, trapped and chained.
Here, however, I was free
But this freedom was bound with a price
For when awareness outweighed all else
I saw everything.
Memories incorporeal, drifting
In the tapestry of all existence, converging
And into web-like forms dispersing
A voice out of the chaos pulling
And softly singing “Good morning.”