My Nebula Lighthouse

This subconscious oasis is a vacation away from this place.
This supernova of thoughts explodes into a black hole that is my faceless unconscious, lightyears and lightyears away.
Time stands still everytime I find what hides in my minds eye,
Yet I can't seem to find what causes what hides to arise inside and it won't subside and bury itself again.
This nonsensical jibber jabber is also nonsense to me so don't be confused.
My mind is on auto-pilot and there's nothing I can do to make sense of this.
The tangle of bodies making up my brain and fingernails dragging themselves down my back can't explain the insane desire to be a kid again.
Everything that lies on this ecliptical plane will eventually dissolve and be one in the same.
This game is just life, or is life just a game?
And I'll steal your celestial frame only to be a slave to emotion.
I'm a damsel in distress and this dress is much too poofy to be flattering.
Save me from not myself, but everyone else so I can live to see the day that this supernova forms into a gigantic nebula lighthouse.
My repunsel tower from which I can search God's universe in all its power
To scour all space and time until I find what I'm looking for.