It feels like waking up from a spell
A hundred years of drought and darkness behind you

You look into the eyes of your rescuer
And you feel love
As the warmth comes flooding back through your fingertips
And your heart remembers how to beat

You feel inspired
Excited
Breathless
Alive

You rush to play in the woods
And laugh
And do the things you couldn't when you were frozen in space and time

But, invariably,
Your infatuation with this world of color
Makes you forget the old warning
About venturing too deep into the woods
For a witch lives there in a house made of candy
And before you know it, you are back where you started

There's a sharp, sharp spindle right in front of you
And you are reaching out for it
Drawn in by an inescapable force
A magnetism you've never been able to comprehend

And with a touch of the tip
You fall back under the spell

The world turns dark and numb behind your eyelids once again.