This journey is not what it seems.
A figment of my imagination.
Yet I travel.
Every day a perception preconceived,
before my time.
Clock ticking, sand flowing,
in the shadows of what should be.
Infinite control out of my hands.
Held in a realm Most High above,
What my understanding can perceive.
I humbly beg to transcend,
boundaries, chains, shed my shell.
Ascend to a universe far, far away,
Released from the walk of zombies.
Ignorance is bliss’s mentality.
Yet, I’m here,
My passport declined but granted a pen.
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