Paradox of Content

The paradox of content confuses my intent,
Many ideas I could try & present,
As pride predicts meaningless conquest,
When all I want to do is rest,
Peaceful eternal slumber within a void,
Always created & never to be destroyed,
An unusual plan is implemented today,
Floating through air in a particular way,
To who will meet my arrival,
Transcending a view; my eyes of survival,
Sacrificial loss, a cost, & whispered lyrics,
Yesterday is now clenched in my fists,
Lies revealed with a subconscious told,
My pulse is borrowed & now it is sold.