Wondering in the corridors of my mind
I came across a different time
It was so familiar I felt at home
At the same time it was so bizarre
It entangled my imagination
Up was down and down was around
A field of mirrors reflecting sounds
Like fire flies in the moonlight
I drank in the sight
and it tasted of long forgotten memories
I touched my fingertips to the sound
And a symphony echoed in my heart
I breathed in the feeling
And nostalgia filled my taste buds
I heard the aroma of lavender fields
Celebrating the first rays of the sun
I tasted the echo of drops of music
Painting to the rhythm of far-away drums
And in the middle of it all
I met my soul
Why are we here, I whispered
Because we are here, boomed the reply
Wondering, playing with the senses and pondering the age old question: why are we here...