And I died many deaths,
each different from the last one,
with every arise,
new memories,
and I sink deeper,
and deeper,
deeper into the wormhole.
I was stuck in many worlds before,
but I was living in the wrong one.
I needed to find the door,
find the key,
and behind that door,
led to a new world,
I hoped it had everything that I had lost.
And in this empty world,
I dreamed meaning into it.
I became a flower growing in the darkness.
And the darkness never stopped me from growing,
For I was going to find the light soon,
Find the door,
And leave this empty world!
