It’s a mystery
the mazes, the switches, the laser lights;
rounding out edges and capturing great heights.
Failing to fall into grace;
it seems as though its not your place.
Tripping and slipping, missing the pieces;
time is the theif, if we could only freeze it.
Can we keep the air chilled, it’s the only way to feel
is that asking too much is that being unreal?
