Chaos Theory in Void
Have you ever tried to dream yourself into the horizon?
Dared to bleed your soul out unto the vast expanse of infinity?
The horizons do not match.
Ration fails you long before your reach the doors of time.
These clouds dance in their chaotic tune,
hypnotic rhythm, mocking me.
Cannot write this recipe, for as I dare the pen runs dry.
I'm crying drops of fire in a snow storm.
Can you understand the pain of immaterial witness?
We burn for a hope beyond the tempest,
but for a truth there is none to be found.
Mankind shall never see this storm's horizon.
The sun grows cold and the oracle dies
as our velocity approaches light speed.
Freedom is a dream. Freedom is a lie.
Freedom is obliteration.
There is no Truth beyond infinity
but I fear that may lie beyond the sum of every human soul.