in a dream it would seem

i went to those who close the open door

and turning the key

i sat and spoke to those inside of me

they answered my

questions with questions

and they pointed me into the night

where the moon was a star painted dancer

and the world was just

a spectrum of light

they reached to my center of reason

and pulled on the

touchstone that's there

the shock of that light had me reeling

and i fell into the depths of despair

turning the key

i sat and spoke to those inside of me

they answered my

questions with questions

and they set me to stand on the brink

where the sun and the

moon were as brothers

and all that was left was to think

they answered my

questions with questions

and they pointed me into the night

and the power that bore

me had left me alone

to figure out which way was right