But sadly, such is life; some secret things
Are always just ahead and out of reach.
And though the puzzled walls rebound your speech,
There's solace in the answers echoes bring,
And hope found in the verses mirrors sing.
But thus the lies are often spread to each
Who seeks the knowledge of the wise to leech,
And falls to lurking masters pulling strings.
When peering down the rabbit hole there's light,
And breathing deeply let yourself fall in.
Escape the gnawing demons of the night;
Embrace the glowing world you find within.
For there the echo's silence answers right
The questions asked of where your mind has been.

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