“Misty morning madness forms a shell around my brain.
Pulls my foot inside the window to protect it from the rain.
I rise again in silence but I hear a distant call.
I turn toward the disturbance, find a zipper in the wall.
As I slowly peel it open it reveals a blinding light.
So I stumble through the portal as a force destroys the night.
Adjusting to the brightness as the scene begins to fold,
I'm surrounded by resentment, or a mirror of my soul.
Ashamed of my reflections I reverse and try to flee.
But the image that I run from only seems to follow me.
The portal that I came through just ahead within the haze,
dissolves as I approach it and I only find a maze.”