Drifting by on imagination tide,

Floating on in this world of mine;

Flickering thoughts saunter near,

Fading away before I hear

The theory of their essence.


The sound of silence fills entirely my mind

with it's lucid introspection.


Mnemosyne left me to blindly wander

Through my desolate consciousness,

Trapped in this endless reverie,

Destined to never awake,

From the hypnosis of my trance.