Come to me

In my paradoxical land

Of chilling comfort

And deceptive hands

 

Find me in the bright shadows

Where ideas live and die

Where ego asks

If I’m truly alive

 

Seek me in the pits of freedom

Where past and future collide

Where my decisions are weighed

Against the future I make

 

So see me, know me

In my chaotic state

Where my thoughts of my being

Are questions for you to make