In this steady pace I walk,
from the wonders of my mind.
What crimes could I commit,
where no reasons could I find.
I wake from the haunting past,
in yet another dream I cast,
Never could I break this spell,
of this most melodic inkwell.
In a familiar prison I was asleep,
when folks like ghosts dwelled
through my world in ignorance,
when rainbow parrots by me fell.
A long fermata awaits at the door,
of my truthful illusions espoused,
for forgiveness I dare not implore,
what life awaits me at this forsaken shore?
