We sit inside a timeless cacoon, with the realty of time exempt.
Is this not the time for us to personally evolve
To search our soul indepth.

No pressures from a lucid world
Just you and self respect.
Journey to the depth of ones mind
clean the rooms that were unkept.

A broken heart mends with self love
the reality of this we should accept.
Love starts with the person looking at you,
in a mirror their perfection reflect.

Speak to the parts we use to love
now because of life neglect.
your inner clown or inner child
break free, let yourself express.

If sadness is what holding you back
Dive into this forrest of sorrow, the hurt you have to inspect.
Like tears of anaethesia, away this sorrow will be wept.