In my mind there is a space where the years have gone,
A dark space, where the time drips through a crack in the floor
Till it’s lost in the dust and decay
Of the underside of my mind

I can feel the room is cold
Yet I can feel no chill
I can sense the light
Yet I can see no glow
I can touch the vibrations of sound in the air
Yet I can hear no words
Slowly, without cure
I am drifting away

In my mind there is a hole
Where the time creeps through
Gone into the blackness
Asleep in the dust and decay
Of the world beneath my mind

In my mind there is a weight
That presses down upon me
Compressing and distressing me
Forcing me down into the dust and decay
Of the world beneath my mind
In my mind there is a space where the years have gone
Behind a barred and battered old oak door
A cell to capture and hold the memory of time
Within the cell, a box
Within the box a sheet of paper
Old, yellowed crinkled and burnt at the edges
Upon the paper is a lifetime, sketched in the form of a map
X marks the spot where I began
Y marks the final destination.