With my persuasion, I was steady walking through my dream sequence, facing everyone my friends my family and all I had created, staring at my idols and enemies trying to see, who I could confide in.
It's not surprising I was walking a twisted staircase, that was more intent on spiraling, than getting me anyplace, 'cause there was a case that needed solving, but I was stuck in a state that kept revolving, and since the situation always seems to love escalating, I was less inclined to tend to what was mine, instead intent and set to find, what my surrounding cast had to provide, and why they were attached to my hallucination. I asked her with the long hair seemingly leading me up the stairs what it was she says it's just a vision. I question him with the strong stare eating my luck left with fears what it was he says it's just an illusion.
With my persuasion, I was steady walking through my dream sequence, facing everyone my friends my family and all I had created, staring at my idols and enemies trying to see, who I could confide in.

Fixed on the faces of my friends for what seemed like hours, in search of a diamond, some flash to flicker in the eyes of a champion, or at least someone to help me climb this tower and fine one, I saw a blind son, watching the world or maybe laughing 'til he might find one, I saw a beggar holding up a sign trying to ask me for mine, but this was my dream, and I had no time, but then I realized if I was looking for help, I should also be willing to give all of myself, to those who might be a reflection of all I'm dealt. So then ask what happened, I wound up just basking at the feet of this man, who could not understand, why I was giving from my moments to help him fix his.
With my persuasion, I was steady walking through my dream sequence, facing everyone my friends my family and all I had created, staring at my idols and enemies trying to see, who I could confide in.
The Vagabond insist that I go, I guess I had trampled on a feeling he never wished to show, but what I learned was invaluable, sometimes your condition isn't solvable, when a man is not prepared to share his emotional luggage with the terminal, then how can you expect to take a plane to where the sane escape on a different scale, I guess I left my baggage with him, when I heard his story, my life wasn't so grim, I ventured into my adventure, to see maybe if I could decipher some allegory, up the steps climbed, a hundred stories unsure of what I might find, when I saw a door appear, I wasn't sure If I could afford to leave there.

With my persuasion, I was steady walking through my dream sequence, facing everyone my friends my family and all I had created, staring at my idols and enemies trying to see, who I could confide in.