Your Portal

Let's walk through a portal of oblivion

What if I informed you how your sense of being is my meditation that opens my Sea of pineal glands

I feel like I've forgotten how to be human again when I'm in your internal trance

Nothing compares to the transcendence from within

Allured into your quick sand as if I didn't stand a chance

You are a commodity that blinds me in romance

An intimate mutual fund that I cherish to spend

A loan that I refuse to lend regardless of who is in need of a helping hand

The deeper I sink into your quick sand the wider this portal expands

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