awoken by the beauty

awake
young man
awake
the world is open
the world is free
but where does that leave us?
as small as ants?
lost in space?
a bench under a fat man?
that fat man is me
he is you
does that mean you are me?
and that i am you?
no we are we.
one in the same?
possibly
youre beautiful
so am i
the world in my hand
but I am lost in the world
my mind is numb
blinding light of beauty
beauty everywhere around
memories are just thoughts
thoughts are happy
you are happy
are you just a thought?
How could that be?
I don’t understand
Do you?
Does the end mean its over?
Or just over for now.