The
mirror blinked, the door stayed wide
No reflection left inside
Chairs unpulled and clocks unwound
Time just passed without a sound
Nothing told us where to go
Still we
moved like we would know
No sign ahead, no turning light
No wrong way but nothing right Rooms we entered never found
Left them quiet, lost in sound
Footsteps traced a faded line
Corners held what we designed
Walls too bare for words to hold Yet we stayed both quiet and bold
Every window seemed to wake
But we never chose the gate
No sign ahead, no turning light No wrong way but
nothing right
Rooms we entered never found Left them quiet,
lost in sound
If the world forgot our names
Would it still replay our games?