A magnificently enchanted key
A lock that conceals what one will soon be
A castle made from glossed and chiseled quartz
A you doomed to tempostuestly traverse
A set of swings blowing with the wind of time
A representation, a maze of your mind
A library, crisped pages, tales of a life
A soul that dies on a repetitive timeline
I will find a way to stop losing myself
Have control of myself, and of time
These stories of mine, I'll continue to write
Through these dimensions of time
I will search the white castle
This white castle of my mind
An illusion created for your demise
A paved path to guide one from fraudulent lies
This place is far from what you think that it is
Escaping is the only way you will win
Is this the way that I am losing myself?
Am in control, or is time?
These pages that turn with the lessons I learn
Who possesses them, aren't they mine?
Oh, what is this white castle
This white castle of my mind
This is the way I am losing myself
I'm not in control, I'm losing time
Rooms full of shelves of the stories I tell
A life that used to be mine
Lost in this white castle
This white castle of my mind
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