Let's Drive, Shall We?

There are different levels of truth I climb Staircases That Go Far Beyond Comprehension Reality is made of thoughts Spiraling and humming Like they are something But in the end They are all just ideas Driving to nowhere except Waiting to be found and Put into motion Heights of control Shift to third and go above Everyone is an enigma I fall in affection constantly With myself Metamorphosing Who am I to ask of perfection? I is always capitalized but what if i is i and we are we, and he, we together make something different, completely? Manufacturing lines put together Vehicles that take soul imprinted notions on midnight drives by the avenue Sell them to the Lord, to the Devil 'Tis all the same For goodness sake, heaven is simply What we make it