What you call me is irrelevant
How you see me, insignificant
Your reference to me – I don’t know
I suppose the context is where it will unfold
How I see myself is most important
Be it an elusion of a fictitious intrusion
Who I am is confined within my mind
A constant whirlwind of thought
03:03
This is the time, when my mind is at its peak!
Creating, dictating, analysing and redefining
My world wide-awake in darkness, so so bright!
Exploring and restoring; my neurons on fire
No switch to ignore the glitch; life sure can be a sneaky bitch!
Sleep, my dearest sleep, an illusion of the mind?
An intrusion that needs redefined?
