Confessions of a Dying Reality

This fear I hold onto so dear, 
Blocks my eyes I can't see the road clear, 
I feel it but I know it ain't mine, 
Generations of conviction made it shine. 
 
Struggling to create my own domain, 
Travelling into the unknown, 
Receiving codes hard to decipher, 
I'm piercing my heart with a sharp knife. 
 
These dreams make me question my identity, 
I feel like a demon among men, 
I feel like an angel in my own den, 
I've realized i do not exist. 
 
What i perceive is illusory, 
With judgements that imprison the soul, 
In a cage of beliefs, 
Deep in the fabric of my being. 
 
Here, gathering tools for my creation, 
Trying to catch that feeling, 
The orgasm of completion, 
The climax of fulfillment. 
 
 I am just creating an image, 
A projection yet unseen, 
Luring me into an abyss, 
In the perfection of infinity. 
 
I just saw the goats floating, 
From down below holding my baby, 
Breathless but it is so cute, 
I do not want to let it go. 
  
Its a thousand years past eleven, 
My baby decayed at seven, 
But the goats are still floating, 
The windward side is calling, I have to takeoff.