I’m a point in the void, no face, no name,
Just a flicker of thought in a shifting frame.
Time rolls by like a tide unseen,
And I surf on the edge where the real gets clean.
No past, no future—just the now I steer,
Through a fog of forms that appear, then clear.
Each choice I make is a wave collapse,
One thread pulled from a million maps.
Ridin’ through the fog, I feel the bend,
No start, no stop, no need to end.
Thought is the paddle, time is the tide,
I’m just a spark on a cosmic ride.
It's thick out here, like a dream half-told,
Reality’s mist wrapped 'round pure gold.
I don’t touch matter—I navigate mind,
Through layers of light in a code designed.
Each moment’s a portal, each breath a key,
Every choice I make rewrites what I see.
It’s not what’s real, it’s what I believe,
And belief is a blade through the web I weave.
Ridin’ through the fog where the paths divide,
I see every self I left behind.
Conscious is the current, form is the lie,
I’m just the eye that watches it fly.
Close your eyes—feel the blur,
You’re not flesh, you’re not fur.
You’re the watcher, the dreamer, the silent guide,
With a map made of moments and waves that collide.
Ridin’ through the fog where the formless speaks,
I ride on echoes and quantum peaks.
Thought bends light, and light makes form,
I was never born—I was only born.