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...