He wished to survive, but the root did not answer.
His hunger and lusts remained, but the sacral -- it did not crave.
His will remained, yet the solar plexus was stilled.
Ever did his passions burn -- but the flame of the heart had gone out.
He spoke, and others listened, but the throat was silent.
From two eyes did he see, but the mind's had gone blind.
...and the crown. The crown for which he had risked everything; the crown that would deliver enlightenment and bliss...
...the crown was a lie.
His hunger and lusts remained, but the sacral -- it did not crave.
His will remained, yet the solar plexus was stilled.
Ever did his passions burn -- but the flame of the heart had gone out.
He spoke, and others listened, but the throat was silent.
From two eyes did he see, but the mind's had gone blind.
...and the crown. The crown for which he had risked everything; the crown that would deliver enlightenment and bliss...
...the crown was a lie.