Zenith

Existential crises ensues,
Deprived of appropriate sensory cues.
Horror and Yearning, disputing control,
Unknowingly birthing Conscious Soul.
I blinked,...
What treason!...No Concept or reason,
Shadows unpretentiously lifting,
Compelled, yet willfully gifting;
All you'll ever know,
Lean back,...Enjoy the Cosmic Show.
Fast forward...The fantasy construct of Time,
Enough to mold a thought to rhyme.
Exposes the distance required to feel,
Expressing the fortitude needed to heal.
The ending though, is much more complex,
More to decipher, subtract and annex,
But tasting eternity, what else could there be?
I can't advise further,
You'll just have to see.