Psyrcle

There's no beauty if there's not decay There's no past without a present There's no sight without awareness There's no power without fury There's no love without denial There's no death if there's no waiting Emptiness circles the abyss Abyss turns into a small grain Grain unwraps itself into a sky Sky dissolves itself into emptiness All is inside itself Opposite the equal Nothing turns into all All is just my mind