There spun a world above my head and I could enter
it
At any time I wanted to, whenever I saw
fit
At first it was a rendezvous, a place that I would
go
To take reprieve of circumstance that I was born to
know
And then the strangest thing occurred, I managed to
perceive
That I was still in spinning state the moment I would
leave
And so began the era of my physical
demise
For all I needed to survive was just a pair of
eyes
Behind the visage of my thoughts I dug a perfect
hole
A buried bed, a grave, a tomb, the epitaph - my
soul