Shades of gray will reveal pivotal chains
Mute those parted ways
Self has gone and took the pouring rain
Washed into a futile day

Spinning visions of decadence turn and wear
Those wheels in your mind
Bending and freely waving yet never tear
Their yearning urges yet to find

Transcendental lines are written in rhyme
Understood only by you
Read once before in your other time
Found somehow to be true

Place your silent voice under a hidden rock
Your frivolous wishes upon a star
What once was open has now been locked
Can you still reach that far?