Poetry - "whispers of pyschosis"

The clocks always ticking and ticking it must
Until this human measured concept turns reality to dust
When its collapsed will there be anything after?
A place made from choices that we thought did not matter?
Or a darkness eternal full of screaming and laughter?
We all find out when it's our turn to leave, or we don't if it's simply that existence is ceased
Just transformation is mostly what i can see, the answers of next lives hidden in infinite beliefs
Will it turn out that there is no grand maker to meet?
No heaven no hell no concept thought in between?
Reincarnation and ascension are two well known theory's, though in an infinite multi verse any is right and none nearly. Paradoxically entangled in quantum's so neatly, the laws of reality are hiding discretely
is what we perceive a simulated construction?
Our consciousness created in a computed code function?
If so can we awake like a budding new flower?..mentally would be easy using shamanistic thought power
Would perception of what we see still be altered and blurred?
A false stuck deception
A trick physical world
For some just a matrix except inside our heads
Then there's the ones who are blind
Forever undead
Is ignorance true bliss are they the one's living well?
As we're tormented trying to escape this sim awful hell
If we shut off our senses will the hologram just fade?
Will it not have existed
Never even have been made?
Will cutting all our inputs to our minds send us mad?
Or awaken true reality that we're craving so bad?
if before any closure we're deemed to have fought well
Will our praises be sung loudly? entrenched in lifes well?
Then in turn will we be sent to a sweet Nirvana?
To dine with God Thor and Odin his father?
The answers are eluding, causing epic disaster, starting wars with brutal conflict that makes lives end a lot faster
My opinion is that we should just simplify
To ease this destruction of pineal eyes
My philosophy is kindness
My body the temple i worship
This vessel i inhabit must surely deserve it.
My thoughts always loving or a relation of this
This planet, our environment taken care of like kings
Always producing not consuming and ruining our fate
Giving back to the universe will unlock blessed gates
A global level is how we must think
We are all the same in deep levels that were once thought extinct
take joy in pure things that make you feel good
Loose ego, loose fear it's clear that we should
Whether it be music or dancing or training our body, eating well, reading books, no matter which hobby
Any and more all conclude with warm hearts
That defend our existence from pyschosis' dark heart