While life passes before out eyes
We are stuck doing things we don’t want
Stars our destination, when we are locked
Forever in turmoil of our own omnipotence
The circle of eight moving on to a destination
Blinded forever for one’s own importance
Living and dying in a blink,
Dumping the fears in the sink.
Note: The circle of eight refers to a group of eight wizards, which are supposedly incredibly powerful.