We dive into our mind,
to find about ourself,
but ourself that we seek,
is nothing but a shelf.

A shelf to be filled,
by what you might ask.
All terrors and dreams and thrills,
through our eyes is but a mask.

Our vision can be clear,
from the entities that appear.
We thank them for the show,
now the end must be near.

The help that you received,
has shown you the light.
Now you must push on,
without the fear or fright.

You are now one of us,
graced by the great Doctor.
For you are the Doctor now,
and must become the proctor.

To spread the love and joy,
for what we used to know.
To leave peace at heart,
and always keep the glow.

I wake up at noon to still see the moon with voices and choices coming well too soon.

To make the most of a fragile day or waste it away in a slump of decay.

Now when I tell you it’s hard believe me it’s hard, lack of motivation is just one of the cards, to be held and gathered like a prize of some sorts, but it’s really our demise that we must fort.

Till the next day and next day and next day and suddenly, it’s gone.

But gone is only a pawn overtaken by a rich and devious queen that keeps you up past dawn.

For she had her house full while I was a flush, whilst laden in my spirit was a deep groaning hush, moaning and aching for a sprite of glee, everyone knew this wasn’t the real me.

To my fans and onlookers, looking up upon thee, find yourself and treasure it, then measure it and pleasure it so you don’t end up like me.