Equipped with the minds of masters they roam the halls of thought

The conversations are intriguing and ridiculous all the same

As if the final agreement to chaos is order

But truth is the real casualty to the argument

When lost in the maze of the mind the truth is the maze does not exist

The very existence of the free mind is a threat to the well equipped masters of the small mind

The ones who perpetrate the illusion that there are doors not to be looked behind are lost, alone and scared

The walls that build the corridors of their hearts are nothing but fear

Billions have let the few

The few have prohibit the billions

All on the premise that the heart and mind divided is the only reality

And that the walls of fear dictate your direction

Now...

Imagine the lovely

The open space where it is impossible to get lost

A place to flow in and out of like a breath

Life and death

A freedom to love with pain and joy

A rhythm that is existence itself

Continuous without fear

A universe expanding

True Love