The traveler is haunted from behind the looking glass
A reality so familiar, it blurs with each touch
The shadowed fog conceals the truth
While timelines float by the planes of reality
And pain follows closely, never far removed
But unknown to the traveler, its presence is forever marked
Trapped becomes a choice weighted with every step
Wondering, where it all became so lost?
A tapestry of history, the traveler moves along with ease
New emotions blanket the forgotten
Mere seconds speed by and all around
Finally, the traveler returns riding the rhythm of the breath
Though a heavy balance causes a careless slip
A moment of vulnerability to embrace the unburdened free fall
Down the flashing tapestry of history
The traveler breaks through, frame by frame
Where will it take me…Will I see them again?