Words to spell the end of time,
To entice the ones who were once left behind.
Meanings that convey our hearts desire,
The contrast so prevalent,
in these our darkest hours.
The options that lie in wait,
The doors, that trap our every faith.
Our beliefs wrapped up and disguised as doubts,
Drowning out this idea of choice,
Of freedoms earned by bailing out.
This misconception of what our lives entail,
Just pawn pieces, in this seemingly endless game.
As we seek to change
To disengage
Our consciousness finally,
released from its cage!
And with it,
our sense of self,
Finally Takes precedence