• Pacing in the room,
    Puzziling thought dance through,
    Wandering in the night sky,
    Watching the stars tumble down.

    A mask made of glass,
    Puzziling riddles dance in my head,
    Hands Gently carresing my hands,
    My fingers,
    My body.

    Waiting for the temples to fall,
    Wearing the dress they gave me,
    Feeling the fingers ecase my waist,
    Total Discrimanation.

    Looking through the mirror to see into the past,
    Trying to find a lost piece,
    Look towards our destonation,
    Feeling lost again.

    Look for my piece,
    Finally free,
    Fit me inbetween,
    Looking lost again.

    Puzzling thoughts danced in my head,
    Finally are no longer there.