I think about it day and night.
Where did I come from? Why am I here?
My soul comes from somewhere else of this I’m sure.
And to that place I will one day return.
The place where the hallucination began. A place where the mysteries and ministers spin yarns that unravel as me. As you. As all.
When I return there, the hallucination will stop. Until then, I am a foreigner; a bird in a cage until the day I fly away.
I hear a voice inside my ear and I do not know who speaks.
My voice is making sounds and I do not know who speaks.
I look around at all the sights and I do not know who sees.
Is this my soul?
I ask and I ask. I cannot stop.
Give me one taste of True knowledge and I could return.
Open the door and I will fly.
One day I will break these bonds. Until then I am left with why?