Voices of the past, present and future
Tangled with fear of a troubled mind,
Trapped in head,
dreams of soul,
Amongst the mortal sea.
Impossible reflection: particles in wave spins mind repeatedly.
Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.
Is madness really what it seems to be?
It comes in all shapes, sizes and form.
So, tell me this, what do you think is really the norm?