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