Ego sound, mind's eye sealed.
We are connected to whats real
But like an onion, it can be pealed.
For our minds have secrets unrevealed.
Jump right in, to inner self,
Explore thy mind, explore for help.
In the end, once all is said and done,
Our minds will be the last to run.
Out in space, our thoughts the place,
We will create, our own race.
The ultimate machine of space and time,
We can create with thoughts and mind.
What we think will become real,
Then we connect to that realm.
Experience life, as that form,
And when it ends, we will make more.
Those that evolve will add to us,
To our collective, to make us.
The transcendental Object of space and time
To pass through space, to reach divine.