The way you turned out
It hints at something else
Than a mere struggle with imagination
You can't account for your time
You spend days and weeks and months
Among people from another universe
The complete collapse of memory is at work
And covers all events
With a thin veil of misunderstanding
So come here
And step towards the abyss with me
Come take my arm
And dream with me about falling
Let us bury the past
And lose ourselves in the haze of our limbs
Now come with me
And clutch the hands of your maker