I am trapped in a room of idols,
And dead God knows how long I’ve been here.
Idols from the past, in all its glory,
Living a life no longer remembered.
Idols from the future, bathed in sunlight,
Those who can’t fathom the inevitable rain.
Idols from the now, scattered through worlds,
They only show their faces at noon.

I am trapped in dreams infinite,
In the land of sands not made by my oceans.
Idols from harsh words and idols from kindness,
Idols of pain and broken idols of prowess.

Their statues lay, in the loudest of silences,
Watching my every chained step towards nowhere.
I am trapped, since ever lost,
And dead God knows how long I’ve been here.