Trapezoid

Research finding pathways in the seamless webIn black spaces between words a field unknownRepeat endless mantras of the stored collective drownA surface-world is what the senses showBut you cannot taste the essence of your soulSever all strings to the confinedForget all that has beenSever all strings to mortal lifeUnveil and see throughWith every thought you find a sequence has begunAnd when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never comeThrough false sensory perceptions of the fleshYou paint without colours on a canvas blankDeceived by the history on which we do bestowBased on the past we re-enact what's goneAnd when all else fails your essence will go onSever all strings to the confinedForget all that has beenSever all strings to mortal lifeUnveil and see throughWith every thought you find a sequence has begunAnd when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never comeAll that's been said and done is open to perceive in any way desiredNow behold- conflict is goneWhatever you find is never the truthUnless it doesn't die as time goes byWhatever you find you just have to waitAll things found will in time be goneSever all strings to the confinedForget all that has beenSever all strings to mortal lifeUnveil and see throughWith every thought you find a sequence has begunAnd when you trust the senses, peace of mind will never comeAll that's been said and done is open to perceive in any way desiredNow behold - conflict is gone