The mind can forget how it came to be awake
Losing hope, dream, life becomes an abscess
To enter into sleep after one ingests morphine
The mind finds itself with less ability to grow
Every existence offers more than emptiness
It falls upon the user to change, in the being
I'm a being addicted to my own self, witness
To destruction by my own hand, my reality
Entering the stream, knowledge isn't wisdom
Knowing may lay the path for future growth
If one does rise, they must create a system
Or the path decays in time, turning fallow
