ASCENSION

Travelling through the concept of time
Shining eyes burning all the time
As things are muddled in my mind
I cannot think or speak to rhyme 

Looking through my eyes and shaking
Cleansing the doors of perception
To say:

"Good bye"

I would escape this cell from hell 
From pastures black a stagnant mire

The Auroras flicker before the dawn
Icicles dripped throughout my life 
From haters demands and wants

To be free at the end of time
Coronal holes will shine
And things will clear in my mind
As the "spoken word" this rhyme of mine.