Walking back through time the Cuckoo’s clock pendulum still doth swing
Showing you that today, you have been there so long ago before
Do you, or do you not, hear its beautiful heavenly angels now sing?
As your traveling through that sacred invisible door,
Questions now come to life because you’re looking for something
Is it an answer or are you looking for something more?
Inside your skull that ear shattering buzzing now does ring
Elusive details within a disorientating disarray
You’re now asking yourself, why am I trapped inside this **** thing,
How long will it last, and how long will I stay?
Dealing now with the distant and so long ago past
Dreams and visions upon you all of them you now cast.
The gift of another sight it is given to you each and every night
Interpretations now rush upon you as soon as you pray
And after you turn out the light.
Why do I feel as if I have been here before?
As I ask and pray at the side of my bed
With my knees upon the floor.

(SirCARSr. 11-29-13)