Do we start at the bottom and end in the apex?And the journey in itself is complascentTransitions of our time spent wanderingTime ticks to the tock of its conqueringCrescendoWhat is life but a mutual dreamThe beautiful web from the seeds of your sleepBelieving in the one I believe that I beThe truth that manipulates everything I seeClairvoyant, aware of this temporary stateA scribble on the unwritten slab tempts fateA brush stroke illuminating scarred landscapesDesigning the world from a point that is man's fateFor the sake of my own mental stateI release my soul heading up to the gatesCrescendoCrescendoAscendance from the stairs to the ivory towersI bask in the glow ? my spirits devouredThe pull from an unknown force I surmiseIs tempting me to follow as I realize ICascadeI'm seemingly lost on a path well traveledDecisions rest on the swing of the gavelExistence for the chosen few I have shunnedNow I'm searching for the remnants of what I have spunCascadeThe V spits?What I've spun is between and betwixtThe Mixlplx syndrome ? careen and existA lone light shines caressing me cleverlyShould I release and escape from the revery?I let loose and let the warmth take me inNow knowing where I go or where I've beenCascade