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An hourglass A stream in rhyme What's the difference In the face of time To toy with time To toy with words They're both the same When both are heard What do they hear? What do they see? They only know Reality Reality Does it still range Into the mind Where it can change? Is it really change, Or change of mind? They're both the same In fate and time

I wandered alone, through a world that now means nothing to me All my thoughts now turn to you I find myself in a room, or is it just my imagination? Is anything real? Why is it so dark? Was there ever any light? Disembodied voices flow through my mind But I don't understand Who do they belong to? Why are they here? I recognize each, for each is vaguely familiar But I have never heard any of them before I try to listen, but it's overwhelming As each explains why it needs my help I go on into the gloom of black The voices grow louder But I don't know how to find them As the darkness consumes me Flying through the darkness of ti