I was living in a fantasy, living in lies.
Unable to see reality - buried alive.
Closed in a coffin - sleepwalking through life.
Until I opened my eyes...
They were caught by surprise.
Not often was I this wise.
With these new protruding eyes,
I can see through disguise.
No longer do I seek to the skies
Or question why.
I realize
Within is where all lies.
So, inside is where I abide.
In the space between time,
I reside.
Beyond limited mind,
you can find me.
You and I are intertwined
Like a vine tree.
Reality is but a fallacy,
And we are walking
Through endless halls of art galleries.
—Luis Echevarria
Unable to see reality - buried alive.
Closed in a coffin - sleepwalking through life.
Until I opened my eyes...
They were caught by surprise.
Not often was I this wise.
With these new protruding eyes,
I can see through disguise.
No longer do I seek to the skies
Or question why.
I realize
Within is where all lies.
So, inside is where I abide.
In the space between time,
I reside.
Beyond limited mind,
you can find me.
You and I are intertwined
Like a vine tree.
Reality is but a fallacy,
And we are walking
Through endless halls of art galleries.
—Luis Echevarria