Ideosynchronicity (Dawn Golden)

Deep in the corners of your innermost dreams Chaos is order and nothing as it seems You gather with reason and rational brain But these weapons remain blunt, you are slowly getting insane A trip between galaxies and black holes Is what one can experience inside one's soul The projection of cosmos makes up every cell Not outside but inwards we should dwell Above is as below, the ideosynchronicity is the secrecy I've finally understood that outside is but a shadow Of what is inside of me If one dreams his dream alone it is all his own Hallucinating fantasy The way we all dream at day and ourselves betray Is called reality