I/Eye/Self

The eye sees all Because it made it The I is self And self would dream Of worlds that would elate him The word was a description Of the world And it was magic He named itself And many forms of it For plays and action But when the dream is all he wants Then what he wants was something else That's ambitions birth and start That's the rising action chart A simple serendipity call By mouths of science do Enough an observation by eye The mortal vision is a limit Inhibited by the logic of man Merely a tool made by themselves Would save them from their madness But know its function, that's how you use them tools But what if God is knowing that Life ain't functional If my life would prove it? Do it for the life If my wound would prove it? Stab me in the heart All they want is to be right Ambiguity be the vibe At what moment Shiva might Tussle with our storyline You might see open doors To descent for a high When a king leaves the throne Its for more or to die, die Something wrong with the light machine Something wrong with the eyes it seems Something wrong with the breath he take Paramedics, DOA What he taking? Yo no se Who's son? God's son Who's son? Who knows the story has ideas in the making Whoever know Thy selves knows God in the flesh Talk to yourself, let the silences be taken Bless