I wish to conquer powder's power of my blessing to feel
That whispers continually that it's necessary to steal
All I desire is the layers to separate and peel
Until I reach the road to the realest of reals
Where truth isn't relative and all words ring true
A place where depression bleeds out gray and blue
Self-awareness in society is what all pursue
But the path is sparkled with irony-doused clues
Where knowledge prevails and ignorance falters
Lost souls flock here to return to realms altered
This beauty, this peace, this epiphany we desire
We've found, as philosophers universally conspire
The right hemisphere lowers and leaves us inspired
The realest of reals vanishes as the threshold retires