Standing in the doorway, where I watch the world flow
The difference between it and I is illusion, I know
Wondering and waiting for the time to go
But if that time’s upon me, I really don’t know

If you ever ask me just what’s in store
I’ll spread my cards in a spiral upon the floor
I invoke the muses and open the door
Suddenly there is no past or future anymore

Ages come between us, and ages they pass
A distortion of perception, a looking-glass
Ever seeking silence, always in time
To catch a glimpse of timelessness in another’s eye

When the watcher isn’t watching, a choice is made
To undo the results of all the games that we’ve played
In the vacuum behind silence, our thoughts are stayed
We never even realized that we were betrayed
We never even realized that we were betrayed

Take this short confession, take it to your mind
Never realizing just what you may find
Take this evolution for what it could become
It could be all unfolded, and it could only be some..

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