The Race To The End Of Times

Diversity in immolation
I beat most of you here
Floating eye sight
So much consciousness
In dissolution
What is no more in our
Rank and file

Why am I still alive
Didn't I win the race
I kept my consciousness
Alive in the wash over
Of madness
Do I want recognition

Or time under a warm blanket

Do I want my mind stripped
From my being
The answer is an emphatic yes
Do I want to join the smoke
Rather than the is
Brothers and sisters
Die for not