The curtain of the known,
A glass of water filled with limitations.
Until properly shown,
This is thy calling and invocations!
For thou mind shalt be open and free,
Rising aboveth the clouds into the gods Reach,
Ye have the door, for I hath the key.
Your buried treasure shalt be risen,
Tis the untamed parts of thou thoughts,
In physical world we art in prison!

Seeth a Dragon glide high, passed yonder,
Seeth the faeries blissful and comedy liking ponder.
For thou art not dead, but ye are alive,
Not ill, nor mad,  for thee art in thoughts of a transformation,
Relive the thoughts of the imagination.
Real or Pretend, possibilities never end,
For it might be the level of less dense matter?
If ye are a star for thou is not a trend,
If thee had a narrow mind thy whole life will shatter.

Once taught to use our “open” thoughts,
When they are wronged and persecuted,
For thee is now smaller then miscroscopic dot.
Killing our creativeness and morals,
Meditation so odd for others say is taboo.
What happened to thy world we have known?
Condemnation of all thoughts art all dethroned.