***Trigger Warning***

The end of the self 
The machine spins
It’s a losing game
Coz nobody wins
And they can call it samsara
Or the play of maya
It’s like talking to mountains
As they defy ya
And I swore I was something
I wouldn’t believe
In anything less
Than what’s up my sleeve
But it all came to naught
And the harder I fight
The more I’m entrapped
And I ignite 
These vines
That seem to snap
But I’m for the losing
My way on the map
Oh, planetary
Don’t you see
All the cosmos
Revolves around me
And I must blaze
Into a storm
A unique kind of sun
To keep the world warm
And if I could burn
I would be the heat
That fuels fate
As opposites meet
On a day on the grass
Can you make it last
Or do I just relegate
It to the past