Let us take a wild magic carpet ride.
To the other side of my psychotic mind.
What lies without began within.
It shows me something I can't pin.

It leaves a trace
A clue.
A glimpse.
And crosses through a thinned existance.
And jumps to and fro.
Fro and to.
Reality, imagination.
Imagination, reality.



How can I trust what only I know?
How can I see what's inside my soul?
How can I bend the lights of this pole?
Why can't I tell what's half and what's whole?