That which is not a product of fiction is immortality,
where the consciousness is the soul and mind contained in a body,
an alien so to speak with abilities beyond capacity,
but is cursed and constrained in that shackle called reality.
That which imprisons the man is this socially constructed sphere,
where the man bows down and trembles from fear,
stuck to his limits where no one can interfere,
reasoned with mortality and sees it as just fair.
Awaiting liberation, this man needs to see the light,
immortality is within him and that means limitless might,
bound to break free from this reality and set it right,
to attain quintessence is never out of sight.
Innovation from this man is what they will see,
in harmonizing the complex human system for he,
is born to live and live forever be,
so help me oh! my immortal me.