Within Thyself's Labyrinth of Subconscious

As always, tears flowing down my slippery cheek,

Pointless redemption of joy, filling in the voids of sorrow,

Expanded range of experience, flashing within conscious in a nick of time,

Judgment of convergence from thyself preference, slithering as time passes, 

Within a brief slumber, awakened with a resolution to resolve everything.

There's nonsense of things such as coincidence,

As every sanity occurs within reason,

Concurrence of behaviour, destined by the intertwine chain of Fate,

It's a norm for us to receive whatever being Courteous,

Perception of absolute reference of attitude, crumbling every intersection towards the labyrinth of riddles.

Between the lines of Logic and Absurdity,

Engulfing whichever confirmed nature is a necessity,

Vocalization of pitching from within Subconscious,

Adhering to thyself cognition as an inference of absolution,

Erasing the hearts fill with Lies.

With a brief recognition of intertwined, intersected Fate,

Publicly intercept the sane ribbon: decision of human perspective,

Stepping into the realms of conscious beyond identity integrity,

Slowly, however reluctantly performing accepting for the regulation of self-identity.

Until the "Sun" rises: waking up from the emotional slumber.

Internally, or externally,

2 of which is of uttermost relevance,

A swing of pendulum repeats its motion,

Everything interlocked by the body's firm mental Chain, be it fragile of sturdy,

As everything happens with a destiny, nothing happens as a coincidence.

Existence encased by entities known as living Bodies,

The laws of nature, the flow of time,

The vessel empowering a soul's projection of living,

And most importantly, the spiritual, virtual working projector known as Mind,

Wielded by a powerful tools ever created in the world: Human.