He said submission is the greatest gift,
To lose yourself unto another,
Is the most divine spiritual adventure,
And the roughest road to find again.
In birth, born as nothing, nurtured as nothing,
One can believe, that nothing is something,
He said I was something, someone,
Delusion is the greatest high.
Blended, bled, bruised and buried,
I am to leave as nothing, naked as,
When I entered this endless circle,
Knowing nothing means Nothing.