Perfect stranger with a blinding light
Wicked danger blinding my insight
A hollow enigma in a shell of fright
and a passion magma I cannot hold inside

Architect of a mystery of irresistible blur
A refractory gravity, a vertiginous whirl
Some sort of gifted sorcery, a multidimensional puzzle
Tangled streams of poetry, a rhyme-shattering rebel

My uncharted horizon to dream about
What could be a reason to keep you out?
Will I need wings to carry you on my shoulders?
or will I require them to adapt to your soaring place?
Should i avoid to step out of my comfortable borders?
Or should I give in to a silhouette without a face?

~Epic Monkey