In the waking dream I ran to the planes to hide
But no grass, no trees, no place to seek shelter
And the shadow came closer to me
The blinking sword raised above its head

I turned around to face my doom, the conjuration
Its glowing eyes were staring me down to the ground
The sword, oh the sword of materialism was in the air
And I understood it was searching for my soul

And I spoke the words of wisdom, the sentence of life
Those words I had thought of since them came to me
The alpha and the omega, the everything
“…if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in doing anything…”

The shadow trembled in fear, for it didn’t see them coming
The sword fell on to the ground and broke
The shattered pieces were now unharming
And I smiled with my blackened eyes

Come thee no further, for I cannot be conquered
In my world I rule out the ego, the shadow of unfair
The things that I loathe, that have no meaning
In my quest for the meaning I kill the meaninglessness

The shadow did not understand the vanity inside it
For, it had only one meaning, to kill and kill again
And it couldn’t kill me, hence there was no meaning
Its ego, its purpose, its unreasonable actions vanished

And it brought the pieces together
It gave me the sword of materialism
My gloomy eyes smiled in the plane field
As the shadow turned and walked… away

And as I arose from my dream I sensed
The burden of meaninglessness passed away
For, I shall do nothing if it doesn’t have any meaning
But isn’t that the biggest egotism in the universe?

_{Composed by Roy Kristensen - December 2007}