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
Soothing 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 through
Just let them pass right through,
Bringing out our hope and reason.