Looking in to the inner space of the minds inner eye
Traces of you in stories written on postcards of sandstone carved at the village well
Tales mixed together as digital palettes spray colors on the psychedelic walls
Looking into the window of the soul brings the outside world to the inside space
Hypnotizing the patient fragile as glass
Shedding a tear for the artists lament illuminating societies collective debt
Alone with your thoughts in a moment of stillness
Madness is like gravity all it takes is a little push