Probe

A place so dark and deep that every sense is forced to fail

Far too late to regret

Collapsing state

Just one left thought reverberates

Nothingness so pure

Blackness could obliberate

Grope and feel my way

Or inside the black I stay

There has to be an aim

Asphyxiant lure

Grope and feel my way

Or inside the black I stay

Getting closer to my aim

Still insecure

Bounded by obscurity can't feel myself

Lost in a lack of entity I will not wait

A kind of total chaos or a system too regular

Perfectly arranged havoc

But it's more

Restless without destination

Caught by the dark menace and the thoughts of mine

Overwhelmed a black penetration

Infiltrated by the haze of an omniscient kind

The omniscient might

Try to choose a path

Through intensity

Reduced to the strength

Of my own will

Am I inside

Or outside existence

Is there any purpose

Am I stuck eternally

There is hope to find a glim a hint or sign

In this total vacuousness

Intuition leads me to a special source of power

Never dared to assume

I know I'm inside

And outside existence

Now sense is getting nearer

Clear trace of the idea

A force causes traction inside of my mind

There is a direction I'm following

Will leave the pure darkness

I know where to go

Through this nothingness

Grope and feel my way