Echoes of the Void

Void's just waiting. Potential humming low. Spark hits, wave rolls, one becomes the

flow. Blank screen, still pond, that's the start we know.

Jitter shakes, ripple wakes, waves begin to grow. Grow and split,

paths twist, linked but free to roam. Interfere, disappear,

patterns calling home. Home to loop, self to self, knot ties tight inside.

Ego rises, fear disguises, chaos on the ride. Ride the curl,

look back girl, tangle starts to break. Dissolve slow, loves to flow,

unity awake, unity awake. Unity awake. Awake.