enter now my atmosphere
things aren't always what they appear
if what you want we don't have here
then look inside yourself my dear

a managerie of little things
that hope someday for bigger dreams
a blank white canvas is the world
that can lead to anyplace

no fences here to time nor space
just death itself and what awaits
the illusion of the third dimension
that reach beyond our own intensions

the expressions of a soul gone mad
or the reflections of the devine in man
sad beauty be not so sad
if therein pleasure had

move me closer to my goal
let my dreams make light my road
let them prove that love exists
as the writer dips his pen

in the black and formless void
create a work of shapely form
see the beauty of my soul
create a picture of your own

for all mysterious awaits you
until death mysteriously takes you
inside these words of worlds bazzarr
little dreams are so much more