can this be my only home?
planes of dust, rising seas.
I'll release the bonds, but will this set me free?

awake, climb, all will fade.
in time, we will understand
that all we can see is not the end to all that will be.

mistaken for the final rest-
the collapse of lungs and one last breath
all reveals the trail to a door ahead.
collect consciousness, prepare to tread endless voids