Ancient secret of mine Blurred apparition of a woman in white My confused mind Deepens the mystery Mystified figures I don't dare speak Faint voices ahead Day dream sensation Of vivid dimensions Can't fully understand Whether its dilution this stimuli Nightmares deprive my sleep Am I awake or am I asleep? Is it my twisted mind? Have I lost consciousness? Maybe fleeting illusions of time All my senses alert And my sight seems to change It's the spectacles of the future There's more to me than I know to make sense of the world The soul is blinded by brightness of its thoughts misrepresenting perceptions Not just a picture of what could be, a craving to become something else. Ancient secret of mine Blurred apparition of a woman in white My confused mind Deepens the mystery Is it my twisted mind? Have I lost consciousness? Maybe fleeting illusions of time All my senses alert And my sight seems to change It's the spectacles of the future Only what the mind is ready to comprehend will the eyes behold. This awake impression turns out to be a vision... "Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions never to vanish."