Eyes that see,
a brain that interprets,
sensing waves,
spinning sensation,
my body lies,
I am alive,
not in good stead,
pacing around the room,
missing you and me on the moon.

A hidden veil,
thinly dangles in front of our eyes,
floats in the wind,
glistens in the mist,
hides in the sun,
rides our every desire.

An occult game,
trying to train the brain,
to remain the same,
so we remain,
in this nightmare,
again,
and again.