"Portico to Infinity"

Been out in the desert listening to the wynds,
trying to ascertain where I've been; speaking
to the ancient within concerning this depression
that oppresses my inner man

It's quenching my fight, but my ego won't let go;
it resists valiantly, not willing to let go of my pride

The strength that I once carried is waning, giving
place to darker things

Looked for the light at the end of this tunnel of
life, but it wasn't there; I've been there, nearly
came out on the other side and didn't see any
Angelic welcoming to usher me in

There is no death as the liars commonly preach;
just the Transmigration from here into the next plain

Through the eyes here of man, the body lies down
and doesn't return again from the land; but where it
seems that to be the end, seamlessly we just travel
from shell on

The hallway that leads to the portico of next life is
so fucking close; not everyone gets to realize this
and remain here to tell its story and raise to it a toast

Perception is real and every man's right, but really
sucks, because it can be misleading leaving some in
the dark

But this understanding doesn't make me feel less,
contrarily more... I feel it in my soul, and it...

Causes depression that oppresses my inner man

It's quenching my fight, but my ego won't let go; it
resists valiantly, not willing to let go of my pride

The strength that I once carried is waning, giving
place to darker things

This is the sum of this life... not to be settled and
gain, but to lose and continuously...

Trip the Rift, over and over again, eternally

Through aeons of flux we live on