Intrinsic.

At night you have to assimilate life in the infinite realm of your intrinsic side. Find the missing parts of the mind and the hidden truth behind your dungeon of thoughts, this labyrinth that you call sense. Search for it, cause it has a reason and a meaning, if remembered and repeated. It is a guide not to be ignored by the weakness of your own foolishness. Feel, there's so much to feel, amnesia must confiscate an elusive link to consciousness. It's there, 'cause there's so much you don't know, even your own true face. It's there, facing what you can't have. Your ideals ain't true, they're naked and exposed to the bareness of what's real. Boundless fantasy becomes reality as you breathe water and run through the sand. Whispers and a scream, flying high, then falling down upon a face with no features or name. Exposed to life, you can only divine, so tell me, what's your reality?