disconnected

lost in separation
a caste carbon prisoner of time
drifting on the fringes of consciousness
that bliss i once knew now eludes me
total disillusionment wants me resurrected
i am disconnected, i feel disconnected

you could call me heaven
you could call me hell
but what’s the point?
it’s all bound by the spell of the source
with no recourse selected
i am disconnected, i feel disconnected

rejection on every corner
when all meaning becomes meaningless
where is that deeper self to bring it back?
where is that inner wealth to carry the slack?
am i sense infected
i am disconnected, i feel disconnected

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