Diverge -

I must find a way to create sense of this madness

Soaring across a vast plane of existence

Solitude, there is nothing

I must find a way to create sense of this madness

But what I see is what I perceive

And what I perceive is reality

But what we see is not everything

So by that definition, reality is false

We’re trapped in our minds

and our minds must expand to break the chains that hold us back

We ask these questions and we look to god

We’re so dependent on what the other thinks, that we slowly become each other

In the future we all will be drones, if we do not diverge and find our souls