Eventually

Everything that you

Think you know

Will dissipate and

Dissappear into the ether

The same goes for everything

That you believe you believe

Or think that you believe

Eventually, it will not be what

It is right now in this moment




So ask yourself questions

What, who, and when am I

Clinging to these perceptions

Also, how, and why?

The most significant being



WHY?




Does whatever (X)

Have meaning now?

When eventually it won’t

Because eventually

“You” won’t be here

At least not in the form

That holds your

Individual consciousness

That at this moment

Deciphers meaning

If you choose to assign it

What you want it to “mean”




No objective perspective

Will concur collectively

Save some reassuring

Glad-handing of some sort




Is “reality” reality or

The “dreams” of reality “reality”

Perhaps reality is just a dream



Just woke up from a “dream”

That seemed “real”

Who is to say it was or wasn’t

Either way, it resolved

An “awake” issue that

Needed to be solved




Eventually making

Similar problems go away

So, eventually, I can meld

Back as one with the

Collective consciousness

Until such non-existent time

I choose another athropomorphic

Subjective perspective to have

Experiences I decide to experience




“Infinite Dreams”

“Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn’t hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams

Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
In case the dream begins again

Someone chasing, I can not move
Standing rigid, a nightmare’s statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?

Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
It’s getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep.

Even though it’s reached new heights
I’d rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder, it makes me think
There’s more to this. I’m on the brink

It’s not the fear of what’s beyond
It’s just that I might not respond
I have an interest, almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?

Can’t all be coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you’re an unbeliever
Spiritualists? Well, me, I’m neither

Wouldn’t you like to know
The truth?
Oh, what’s out there to have the proof

And find out just which side
You’re on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?

Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself, even within my dreams

There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time

And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”


– Iron Maiden




Word bless Iron Maiden for

Iron Maiden’s words have blessed me





“The phantoms
Of our imagination
Are as real as the
Beliefs in our brain”


– Angelo Devlin