I can't help but feel like there's something left to do here
So strange, such a feeling can't be embraced
No, no
What an odd place to be, what funny architecture
Winding down across from me lies the biggest playground that I've ever seen
Everyone's there, they've been waiting for me to start the clock
Smiles draped on faces and mirrors alike, all the same to me
Who would have known that this is where I'd be, mentally
Colors abound and masks to wear for celebration, for what
Then the dream ends, and I'm left alone
To wither and morph into the tides of time
Until then...