While muse is here
I'll follow suit
And dig in heart with spade
A grass of green
A turnip root
A cripple I became
How sad is he
To mope about
How lost is he to stare
Into the trees like hopeless routes
Which ultimately lead nowhere
I found the tree
I found the cave
I found the sWords Within
I fought the beast
I heard a shout
I silenced all the din
Until I saw a bright gold light
Until I saw the page
Until I read the first few words
And fell into an age.
They told me tales so lost in time
I never heard before
Inside the clicking clocktower
I found the hidden door.
And into I went, into I came
Until I knew the truth
And now I hear the piper's song
No matter which I choose:
To listen or to laugh and love,
The damage has been done.
So now to live inside a shell,
Oh what, have I, become?