Strange things are happening, to everybody everywhere
Silence broken no sooner than spoken, this world is going crazy tonight

My mind is blank, or so it would seem, but things are happenin' in there at light speed
Sound that are soft, uneven, and pure, enter my ears from the sterios mouth
I carry ideas on a sheetfull of paper, and I certainly hope that your mind can take it

Absorbant scales encase my mind, which has no place or need in time
Wandering woftly around this place, strangely happy that I feel great sadness
The thrils and wonders of being surreal, make me feel like a dying man's breath

And I feel the knowlage that a newborn forgets
will you with me ride this train to the end?

This is a song of mine. I have music written for it.