• Always following voices,
    Knowing never where they lead.
    Through the darkness?
    Or perhapes farther thrue it?

    Is it truely important
    Where they lead
    Once you start to follow?

    Why follow at first
    If to only question later?
    Did they intise you
    to follow so willingly?

    They bestode upon you
    All you hathed desired.
    Companionship.

    So, following the voices,
    Knowing never where they lead
    Are you not satisfied
    with all you've been blessed?

    Walking through the dark
    With the voices company
    Now, you seek clarity.

    Is there ever an end
    In our little game
    Of a never ending search
    For wich we inexplicably desire?

    Finaly reaching a light,
    You pray for it to be
    That clarity you search for.

    Out steps a familiar face,
    Yet it can not be placed
    Amongst the few you remember
    From befor your journey began.

    Observing the mimic
    You brutaly realize
    It's just a mirror.

    In your search for every thing
    You've lost track of it all.
    No longer a human bieng,
    You're just a stale reflection.