I spotted a town in my dream last night
It felt rather real which gave me a fright
Because walking into this all I knew was might
Stepping into this town which further needed light
Because darkness was here and darkness was there
And there were crazy places everywhere
And you couldn't go back, follow arrows with care.
Because one wrong turn hurts, so beware.
There were several doors to the left and several doors to the right
The one straight forward was the only with light
Which many people chose but by the end of the night
Had failed to get anywhere because it circled a flight.
So back they had traveled exactly where they start
We all learned our own lessons although being apart
It was Time after time until we understood the art
Now we understand the light was to attract us to dark
So we all quested fast opening each door
Some lead us back to the very first floor
Some doors were wooden but the glass ones worth more
Because you could see thru them without picking the wrong door
But little did we know that it hurts worse not to try
We ended up searching each wood and left glass aside
Assuming what we see at glance is what's truly thy
Assuming things that seem hidden needed a find
In attempt to cut the work, we didn't search everything
Which lead us to failure and we felt like nothing
Would work anymore because each door further out
Had lead us nowhere; we felt stuck without a doubt.
We had followed each others ideas until one route
I took lead me different; I cut my self out
I further investigated this glass which seemed simple enough
And people stood and judged me which was very tough
Because I had to be crazy not believing my eyes
They said "no need to open a door that is see through little guys"
But there had to be more I know picture lies
So I searched around further and to their surprise
I had found my way out using my own knowledge
Rather than following the rest in their closed minded foolage.
What scared me into waking up was not being trapped
But rather understanding the mentality of those who let themselves get wrapped
Into society without choosing their own path
Without noticing they're following someone's mine to iron
When they're holding a pickaxe and if they make a simple redirection
In a way of nobody else around
What the path they dig leads to much more worth being found.
