By Brielle

I’m a traveller of dimensions, ruler of the fog
Succumb to your intentions, you mystify the wrong
I search for the inception of actions ruled by thought
Decipher consequences of minds that time has not

The lampshade dims the lightbulb’s glare
The gates encase the child’s share
Ahold the torch, you pass it not
The door’s the threshold of logic’s wrought

This power’s to be seen only by a few
Possessed by the masses if only they knew
This power’s to be seen only by a few
Possessed by the masses if only they knew

The glass blurs your reflection, distorts what you have known
Newly found perceptions mirrors cannot show
My mask is that of chaos trimmed with lace and stone
There’s freedom without order, ataxia with control

Heavy-handed bodies aim
Fickle memories never gain
Blind to truths ignored with haste
Coerced by creeds already lain

If only they knew, if only they knew