• Eternally entranced in this labyrinth, a maze made of plastic and paper
    Lost between the cat, the rye, and the truth

    All around me I see, Is what I can’t see
    In black and white, or exploding with color

    I call into the depths, only to hear music
    Sounds that call to me, waking my deepest emotions

    I’m in a place the world calls home
    Surrounded by the archives of time