Thy see him in the distance
And follow him with persistence
Something sparks within thine mind
The answer thou forever never shalt find!
However the solution is in the chest,
the box which goes tick tock, without a rest,
Thou soul knows you crashed and burned,
the truth withheld in the little black box
whose key was never turned.
The truth you will never find,
the illusions made by thy mind were never kind,
finding the light may seem right,
but in a land of shadows, what is bright?
But life seems dire and dead,
without thou touch, I am in despair,
For I shalt wilt and whither, cry and dry,
In this cruel world with an eternal gray sky!