The Loop Trap

Where do I begin?
The wheel goes round, my mind is a traveler
Spinning —
Sometimes slow, others fast
Always on the move
Thinking, feeling…
This cycle will not be my last

Stuck on repeat
The Loop Trap strikes again
Thinking, feeling…
Endlessly revolving
Dizzy as hell
The only way out is off
So I take the leap

Into the unknown I fall, ever further, ever deeper
Space is a substance
An infinite substance
The dimensions pile up
Layers dissolve into me
Where am I?

The soul orients itself to phenomena
Yet here I am nothing
Here I am free —
or rather, nonexistent, you see
For the self is only valid in relation to the other

To escape, I disappear
(and you see me in everything…)