Into the abyss, they were thrown
A peculiar recognition
Some ideas and echoes, parts of my intellect
Simply wasted by the choices I have made in the past
But they live, I am certain, that they maintain their state of existence
Alternate personas, reflected ideas, mirrored upside down
Into a world I cannot see.
Are those multiple dimensions crawl into themselves?
To shape consciousness and all the things we do not understand
Are those choices really form the person I have become?
Or are they lost, concretized in similar realities
Unexplored constructs
Instantly one with the self, and all those mere copies of myself
On the edge of existence, trespassing the limitations imposed in this realm
The sensations experienced by man
Foundations of another world, far away, still so close
A sphere of colors circling every interacting substances
As shadows revealed presence of the void
Creating, assembling into every possible structures
Connections between spaces unveiled by the oblivion
Altered reality, sculpted by dreams and expectations
A voyage through immensity, the impossible formation
Sustaining this illusion of perception
I have selected only one of those infinite timelines
Different reasons of being, Contrasting entities
But in contemplation, I rest my tired eyes
Those other lives are here, by my side
Shadows and reflections
Silent and waiting for the discovery
To transpose themselves in a unique body
Shadows and reflections
Silent and waiting for the discovery
To transpose themselves in unity
Mirroring alternative aspects of myself
Are those plural universes, converge into a single one?
To constitute consciousness and all the mysteries we observe
Different paths I have actually crossed
Lived by another self
Elementary particles, in all your grandiose secrets
Reveal me the truth
Who am I really?
A transposition of quantum mechanics
To this vastness, out of my reach
What am I really?
Materialization of all decisions I have discarded
In those other dimensions, we do not understand
Parallel universes, yet to be discovered
Reconnecting with my primary composition
The absence of distinct boundaries
Illusion of truth
Elementary particles
Is there really a difference between past, present and future
So, we are the same being, perpetrating its existence in every moment
A paradigm shift
So, we are the same being, perpetrating its existence
Elementary particles, in all your grandiose secrets
Reveal me the truth
Reflections of the past and the future
Combined in infinite realities
A Paradigm Shift
Reveal me the truth