I remember when I first looked at the blank page

When I was nine,

Still trapped in a beautiful rage

I built this cage with my own hands

I promise I can

Tear it down all the same

Back to a thought in my head

I felt so cold and confused

As if I my mind was a sun

Imploding inside,

Lost looking at this gun

Suicide my fuel, for why I promise I never will die

Not by my hands,

But the universe will have to suffice

Even then, to me, death is a new beginning

Transcending into perceptions, unveiling

The true depth

Our existence is a paradox

We create simple systems

Explaining incomprehensible

Never will we ever question it

It is what it is, right?