Phantasms of a Frozen Dream

Caught in the yoke of a frozen dream A vision of a medieval phantasm stands over me Moving with the shadows, as a shadow What it wants I do not know But I welcome its presence A hand of dusty smoke breathes out and gestures me to follow My mortal form paralyzed but my spirit floats So I follow this spectre through a singularity point Time does not exist anymore Is this a dream? Or was I always dreaming? My eyes open to a new world The secrets of grand alchemy and bending nature revealed Godhead realized when you truly wake up and see that this life is not quite real The dark is the light and the day is night and the laws of nature reversed Godhead realized when you truly wake up and see that this life is rehearsed