Funnel down the maze
To obtain my reward
I want what is mine
To feel a purpose
To know a place
Center down the line
Encapsulate the rhythm
Open up the pathways
The pieces are together
Higher state of mind
Surreal reality
Becoming my own aether
Rush of heat
Shaking feet
But I feel complete
In this space
In this space and time
Collapse from my own weight
A sudden drop
Where is my euphoria
What is this grave before me?
With my name upon the stone
Leaving a sense of dysphoria
Rush of heat
Shaking feet
But I feel complete
In this space
In this space and time
I want what is mine
I want what is mine
I want what is mine
In this space
In this space and time
Encapsulate the rhythm, open up the pathways
And the pieces come together
Embrace the random motion, bend and fold to what you can't control and be one with the river
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
