The Other Worlds

The Other Worlds - Existence Z.E.D.

Something keeps changing back

I opened the door, no turning back

It happens underneath my skin

Nothing will stop the worlds from spinning

No one showed me how to cross

No one named the gain or loss

No one knew anything but could feel

The destiny reminding what’s real


Which wave carries me through?

Which road remembers you?

I recount the old world of blame

Then I hear the room call my name


Surrender to the other worlds

Surrender to the guiding light

Horizons fold together

The lost is already found

How many doors on the shore?

How many selves gone before?

The journey bends to where
I am
A borrowed face, a phony hand

Recreation,
salutation

Misperception,
evaluation

Sublimation,
superposition


Every answer is a condition

Birth again
(Again)

Open the door and let me in

My composition, your reflections

Exposure, not prediction

The door is open

The door is wide

The other worlds

Are on all sides