There is a world where the people are invisible
Their thoughts appear to represent each one's mind
They interweave and they are shaping the physical
My own is shallow, egotistical and blind.
They get attached to a mass mental authority
They are victimized in the sight of blackest thoughts
I realize they are not the minority
This world is governed by chaotic forceful gods.
Within this chaos, there is infinite infinity
They are determined to stay alive at any cost
Often they pray to their own holy trinity
The Ether, Time and the Feelings of their host.
Inside this world nothing is impossible
There are no laws that are applied except one
It's written effortlessly but seldom gets audible
This world is here to be a mirror for the man.
The man can't see the refined odd reflection
Or even worse, the identity becomes the world
Somewhere on the way the dynamic of attraction
is vaptised fate or the will of a strange lord.