Under the moon and the stars in the sky,
I dream alone, but never question why.
Staring into space, one with everything,
I ponder the time and space in between.
Knowing the path and the destination,
I recognize them as my own creation.
The setting and scenes are part of it all,
I need the backdrop, the curtains must fall.
If we're all actors set upon this stage,
I have decided to write my own page.
The parts we play get stuck in the binding;
I keep searching, unsure what I'm finding.