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.