Freedom

Missing, reminiscing of minds lost
a black hole of confusion, illusion
but with a chance to submerge, although refuse it
to reuse, but not choose, cast into delusion
a blissful reunion, but, not a union.
to tune in, and envision, to liberate and imprison
your mind, where is it?
do you know?
do you care?
what's past your blank stare?
you're confused, you're lost
you wish to escape, no matter the cost
a chance to submerge, but you refuse it
I know, that you know, for I have been there myself
put a pen to paper, I've discovered it helps.
what is life without a purpose?
is it life?
helplessness helps feed the fire
irony?
the more dead you feel the more alive you become
irony?
what is life without a purpose?
it's freedom.