MAYA

Samsara is my destiny,

I'm doomed to endless pain;

Mother Maya free me please,

From your vicious game.

You hold me in your grip,

Clutching my whole being;

I try to break your web,

That's blinding me from seeing.

Some things seem so very nice,

Others raise such fears;

Some things seem so terrible,

While others seem so dear.

Caught up in your illusive tangles,

The unreal seems so true

Dear Maya, free me please,

From your darkened doom.

I pray for guiding lights,

To shine on blinded eyes;

Guiding me to higher visions,

Free from your despise.