Every day when the time has come
I walk to a door kept closed

Inside this room, a grand stage
As I enter, the lights dim
And I'm transported

To a world of fantasy and surrealism

A place where one may be entertained
Thrilled and excited, or frightened and harrowed
A Theater of Dreams

A theater free of charge
But where you'll never know what you'll get

On the stage plays the show
A show that even if I were to close my eyes
I'd never miss a second

A show about love and hate
Mania and depression, cyclicality and repetition

A show where the meaning may never be known

Perhaps recounting the events of the past
Or the mistakes you've made

Perhaps a portent of good fortune
Or an omen of ill fate

And just when one starts to find the meaning
The lights come on; the curtain falls
The show is over, and you're left
With more questions than answers

Was it a fantastic thriller?
Or a harrowing omen?
Was it a surreal experience?
Or a frightening vision?

The only certainty is that I find myself
Coming back again and again
Trying to see the same show
Trying to perceive new meaning

But every night, the cast is different
And the subject is unfamiliar
Yet the outcome is always the same
I do not know the meaning

And every day when the time has come
I walk to a door kept closed

To a world of fantasy and surrealism