The Fog rolls in...the Fog rolls out
Trapping us here within someone's mind.
Particular times for Sleep and Wake
Particular times for Lunch and Dinner
Divided.
Their mind is cold and closed.
Their mind is filled with rifts.
Their mind is mountainous...
The Land is an Ocean of people
We are the World.
With greys so crisp and greens so overwhelmingly vivid
The colors dance and intoxicate...!
The way of the Board.
The Sun is warm
Everyone comes here
To their Mind
And traps us here
The Fog rolls in...the Fog rolls out.
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