Insight

Searching for meaning in nothing at all
A pattern to break from the mold
Cope with the insight or to it succumb
And slip through the cracks of the world

Earth cannot reach me
And Heaven won't try
Hell wouldn't take me
Stared Death in the eye

Abandoned before
I'll be fine on my own
Infinite dream of the stars
Take me home

Miserable husk of the you, you'd become
It's not what you planned it to be
Planestrider, now just a ghost in a shell
To take back your sight, you must see

Earth cannot reach me
And Heaven won't try
Hell wouldn't take me
Stared Death in the eye

Abandoned before
I'll be fine on my own
Infinite dream of the stars
Take me home