Into the gallery of thoughts he went
Inside the rooms he wandered
He saw the halls of wisdom filled with strange pictures
But did not understand

Into the gallery of synthetism he went
Through the multiple skies he fell
Fell beside the others binded with archaic minds
'But mirrored if correctly obtained...'

Devotion or suffering
The siblings with one soul
Are not physically considered as 'I'
And He was right again

Into the gallery of neurology he went
In the endless tunnels he flows
Flows alone with the others
Unlike the previous realms
Instead of deceiving
This one is reality

Into the gallery of thoughts he went
Inside the rooms he wandered
He saw the halls of wisdom filled with strange pictures
And understood it all

Devotion or suffering
The siblings with one soul
Are not physically considered as 'I'
And He was right again

Blackened are the colors of time
Still your sub-consciousness speaks not
Devotion is suffering

In the gallery of illumination he is
around the great towers he floats
Floats within the others
Shows them the halls of wisdom
Filled with strange pictures
But they do not understand

Yet.