It's the riptide,
the great and strong gale,
One ridge against rugged universe,
Feet leave no prints,
and vision is without sight,
And yet,
when most I wink,
and do mine,
Eyes best see the unknown,
As we commit, our bodies,
we become absorbed.
Multiple dimensions wait for us,
There might be a world,
where day and night co-exist,
Beside an ornamental flower,
The tree stretches out,
its hideous branch,
The perfectly square mirror,
reveals a twisted scene,
In that dream, I face a completely different me,
I fare,
in perfect shade,
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes,
Don't stay.
Don't stay.
Don't stay.
What onsent, what vision,
awaits?
