Moderate the one you cannot control, having nothing to depend upon Await the source of knowledge That you can not find Cyclical nature of your own existence Your arrogance is blinding Falling into nothing You must open your eyes But never will you see What is hiding in front of you My hand has been forced into wrecking life just for you The Universe was created for your disposal Destroy that which is clean And become nothing more than you were before Never to know what is your motivation Beneath the surface of your tenacious compliance That which keeps one foot in front of the other The knowledge that somewhere an as yet unreached reality glows Shedding a radiance So absolute it boggles the mind with futility Exaltation, and the ever present hint of an Intangible fortress, inside which you slowly starve