To get lost in one's mind

and hear the muffled sounds,

both too quiet and loud in kind;

because imagination has no bounds.

An eternal lullaby echoes there,

while darkness consumes all

and you simply go without a care,

for no one's going to stop your fall.

So you wander through narrow spaces,

bookshelves with memories full of dust,

visiting the long-forgotten places,

which you know are now forever in the past.

As your nimble fingers desperatly touch

and try to clean and hold onto the reflexions,

you realize it cannot really be helped much,

since you've shattered all other dimensions.