Storms

I'm chaotically calm
Naively enough

I have no control over the static in the sky
Lighting strikes, no matter what, no reason why

Suddenly, I'm asking questions I've never had
A bunch of simulations run in my head
Could be a revelation, sent from somewhere
I shouldn't be the only one to get there

Visions to other forms of life
Never seen before habitats
Whole universes now collide
Cut endlessly by the time-knife

Perspective changing overnight
Reality's never been so wild
All that, just after a strike
My ground is both dead and alive

As time goes by, the thunder sounds distract my mind
Like a narrator, telling where should I look now

Suddenly, I forget where I was going
Acknowledge the newest package ordered
Although I don't remember wishing more boxes
Almost no space and time to curate them all

Visions to other forms of life
Never seen before habitats
Whole universes now collide
Cut endlessly by the time-knife

Perspective changing overnight
Reality's never been so wild
All that, just after a strike
My ground is both dead and alive

Is this enlightenment or just torment?
Perhaps it depends on the moment
Is this enlightenment or just tourment?
Does it depend on the current?

Is this enlightenment or just torment?
Am I the owner or instrument?
Is this enlightenment or just tourment?
I don't know, but I'm going with them