When the tie that binds is broken, you return to your rightful place, beyond the dream that left you, a name without a face. In the world you cling to, that holds you in it’s spell, you begin to question 'who am I?' but couldn’t tell. When the wisdom says you are the absolute, you are the consciousness complete, there is no tie that’s broken. You never left your rightful place. Your dream was only borrowed by a name without a face.