A Delusional Life

I'm a witness to the destruction of my own mind. Far before this land, far before my time. And as fast as i run this thought has me captured. For of this world for others, i have not endeavored. My body's a lost vessel for it has not touched reality, since the dying days of my convoluted sanity. And all around me spiritual natures unfold in time, like flowers that seed and grow in the mind. Yet in this world where i reside, the flowers never grow, nor do they die. And though reality will not echo my name in history. In my mind i'm an explorer of the stars, and i die when my mind meets my eyes.