Pineal Gland

this poem is inspired by the song "Third Eye' bythe band Tool. to me, the best band ever. i have many writings inspired by thier work. lines in Italics are being said by the eye. My eyes are open, blind as all the rest lets put this too the test seeking the other to light my way, cause i dont want stay here try to see past the surface to find some sort of meaning a voice that silent and a mind thats screaming stimulate me, awaken the third, it speaks to me Its Voice i Heard: "come to me my son, my sibling, come to me my light, apart from you for to long, im opening up to you, within you." I dont want to chase you, i dont want to run through the smoke i will be able to see, with my eye Its Voice i Heard: "so glad to see you once again, i thought that you had been blinded from me. so glad you're here once again chasing my light and understanding." Its Voice i Heard: "Let me.. let me..let me.. let me open" So much doubt, i need some answers. so im prying open my third eye.