Rush

As the rush comes, let me be enthralled by it, wrapped up in it.

Whether in a sober state, or some surreal reality within it.

Let me drift deeper, into to sound, let me drift deeper, bring it on.

Sinking further from the bold concrete of reality, deeper into oneself.

My Third-Eye is open, for this chasm is time.

To look into the mirror, while remaining unseen,

this is the wonder of life i seek.