• Strolling through the twisted hallway
    With purple walls and shaded light,
    Wondering if you'll fall today
    Or stick around to put up a fight.
    The narrow passage is always changing,
    Yet always leads to the same old place.
    It overwhelms you, your pulse is raging
    As you feel the smile across your face.
    The space has widened all around you
    And now it seems so clear.
    The walls have morphed into a lighter blue
    And there is no longer fear.
    You've come to the ledge
    Which looks down upon truth,
    And as you jump off the edge,
    You return to your youth.
    The thick walls are gone,
    Your mind's once again free,
    So you lie in the lawn and just let yourself be.
    Such is the mind's epiphany.