Be weary for what you may find,you may not seek what’s beside you.
Open the door, around the corners, down the hallways, wonder around like a tourist. My mind, filled with twists and turns, haS no cage, no means to an end.
Where you’ll find madness is where I’m the happiest. Dreams come alive, secrets break through the cracks.
Be weary for what you find. You may not seek whats right beside you.