On a dark and humid day


    When my mind wanders to places of light,


    I cannot see the world.


    On the journey across the planes of thought


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    I come across the ghosts of the past


    And the void of the future.


    They tell me stories, old and new,


    Known and unknown.


    I get lost in eternity and lose sight of time.


    By the time I emerge back into life,


    The sun has set,


    The fire is out,


    The love has withered.


    I see not a life I knew, no place to belong,


    But in the arms of a mind long gone into madness.