The Mystic
Lights flickered
Footsteps followed
Curtains moved
Suddenly an old man appeared
And spoke in measured tones,
I am Duncan.
Those who have a need
To know who I am
Know where I am.
I can take you through a journey
And guide you through
A thousand empty nights
Where you will understand the mysteries of life
And reject the illusions of the world.
I bolted from the shop
On Drury Lane
My hands shook and
My head spun round and round
Like a dizzy top.
Did I hear his words
And what they meant
Or was I dreaming?
Struggling back
To my room
I fell asleep
My imagination
Whirling and whirling
Until I found a place
Where mountains turned to ice
Deep ravines touched the horizon
And thunderous rivers
Ran faster and faster
I felt fingers caressing my face
And in my dream
A woman's eyes
Met mine
And she wondered
If I ever loved someone
At morning
I awoke
And asked myself
Will I always dream?
Knife at my heart
To be apart
Yet in a crowd
Will I leave this place?
And go away
Change my name
And not look back
To be and not to be
To lose life's grip
And realize
That life has always been a dream.
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