Last night, I dreamed I flew through the sky,

Passing stars that wished me to die.

But I only laughed, light and free,

For I knew they been searching for me.

“I’ve been looking for you,” I softly said,

“Because I know you’ve searched for me in dread.”

“How can I help?” I asked the light.

“Get a real form, speak to us right.

We are a system of stars,” they claimed,

“And you, as spirit, are not the same.”

I came to you as spirit, clear,

Hoping you’d let me disappear.

But your ego used me all along,

To shape your form, to make you strong.

I left as spirit, as I came,

And though our meeting wasn’t the same,

I’ll never forget how it easy it was to do the right thing and be free from them

They chose to fight , a fight of transpass when the transpass was an invitation from me against “my friend”