I'm troubled by the lack of colors inside the seams that create my dreams| And sound in the noise which create my screams| A dead weight in the liveliness of my stride| Outer-limits enclosed the clairvoyance of my wondering eyes| Shades in illumination| Inner-beauty shackled in the enclosure of the inner mind| Into the open voices of an echoing path| Muddy dirt in puddles washed into mountains| Creating sweet fresh streams to bring life to a lifeless scene| A lonely road we must walk upon to reach the depth of the surface we were first brought on| And a gray scenic route exposed a rainbow inside a dormant cave| Glowing below a wind that sets the sea to waves| And waves exposed the deepest earth to the outer light it escaped for so long|