I have found myself looking
threw the wrong end of the mirror.
My every being an astral projection.
My mind dizzy with hallucinations.
My heart waiting
with anticipation, struggling
with my own worst nightmares.
Our souls binned outside life's prisms,
My hour of solitary in meditation.
Looking to find the next
dimension, the meaning behind
death, before it's too late,
or has my hour already past?
