Laid down
Flat on my back
In a small room of only four walls
The floor with blankets
Beneath
The world above
The music starts
As the journey inside
Starts
Reveals
Its shape a thousand colors
A mountain top with icy climbs
A forest path with sunlight a glow
The faces that sit across
Obscured by hoods
No one there in the light of the woods
What does it mean
Only time here will tell
As I open my eyes
From what felt like a spell.








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