The emptiness

The emptiness of the thought it makes me question the rationale of living

How do we participate in this massive void of parallels

Multidimensional opportunities are at our fingertips but we cannot reach them

We cannot perceive or comprehend them

In this banality of creation are we the farmers or the farmed

Is there a competition or are we aligned with a higher reason

My thoughts are hollow, my ideas are useless unless refined by the controllers

Do I see myself as something or as nothing

Do I perceive this illusion or do I enlighten it

The thought of my existence being managed

It sadness my core values and my pour soul is weeping

Being one with the creator is a distant thought

A musical feeling at a vibration I cannot reach

But who is the creator?