Trapped in a circle of time
Where the seconds are stories with no end or morale,
Where the ghosts of our dreams revive and then fall,
Where the sun has no place and no doors.
Trapped in a box with no light
Where the thoughts are restless to dance without pause,
Where the heart reigns with no reason around,
Where the logic fails to bring the truth out of dust.
Trapped in a colour of night
Where the moon turns illusions to facts,
Where the path seems to have no continuous line,
Where the clouds bring shades and we hide.
Trapped in a game of cards
Where the rules are made as the meaning is found,
Where the moves tell the wrongs and the goods,
Where the sight is replaced with drafts of beliefs,
And the Joker is pulled. We are free.