Inside these walls are endless faces
Its futures staring back at me
Foreboding and foretelling
A mansion of mysteries
They speak of the not so distant
All with a familiar appearance
Though weathered in different climates of change
Each one still dying
Each one still living out the chosen path
I question
I question all of them as they shout back
A soundless yell
I can see the strain I can see the wounds
Wounds of the worlds They have created
Feel their hearts bursting with warning
Almost as if you could hear their cries
"Every time I've fought this battle, I have returned Senseless"
If only I could hear their voices
But destiny has silenced their cries
Only their impassioned words remain
I will Consider each step
And upon exit I'll attempt to make the most of the maze
