The ghost upstairs he warned me not to go
He pulled the world from focus to extreme
But still I rose and tried to stop the show
That circled round the wind inside a dream.
The bending tree, the shattered shutter door
The window crashing heard from deep within
The waving trees upon the blasted shore
The river flowing faster than a sin.
So I went then and had to pay the price
For curiosity and melted shame
And never more could listen to advice
And never more seek comfort in a name
Exposed I was and lost for all to see
Between two worlds and one reality.
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