There was a door
The door was closed
There's nothing you can see
That hasn't been seen before
There's nothing you can hear
That hasn’t been heard before
This place has an endless picture in mind
Painted with memories
Hidden from the breath of purpose and time
A place where your soul dissolves into light
Bright as the midday sun
And dark as the deep of the night
Where
When
There
Then
This place has an endless story in mind
Written with beauty
Hidden from the wind of reason and rhyme
A place where your name dissolves into sound
Soft like a thought
And loud like an echo fooling around
Where
When
There
Then
There's nothing you can see
That hasn't been seen before
There's nothing you can hear
That hasn’t been heard before
There's nothing you can feel
That hasn't been felt before
There's nothing you can be
That hasn't been you before
The door opened
