I’m lost and can’t be found again.  

Time can only tell when the deep fog of enlightenment can open the door to my choices.  

Detective come here quick with a magnifying glass and
Examine my visage.  

Take a transparent clue and accept the fact  open sources rein the opinions of the world rattling with laughter,   and shake the hinges of my door for what seems an eternal rest I long for...  

The walls become transparent and clear I’ll disseminate loud sounds crashes to cloud my false world.  

Nobodies home can you feel the world spinning round yet?