Is it all just a dream, or is it more than it seems

This life is trife, the knife I hold is pointed at me

Am I annointed to be, god of all I see

Or is this just another existential philosophy

360 degrees surround me, profoundly

These visions astound me, pound the, point home soundly

We’re all just dust from stars thrust from the universe

From Mercury to Mars and Milky Ways afar

These filthy days are scarred, featherd tarred remains of souls

Charred by the rays of sun, weathered hard through plains of coals