Looking through the looking glass
The depth of my imagination flowing
All my years have seemed to pass
The curiosities of my mind growing
I tremble as I look at the reflection
It is as much as a mist in the air
This question and journey has no real connection
If I should disappear, who's to care?
Is this nothing but a fathom of nature?
A simple phantom haunting the shadows?
Wonder and wait for closure
Where I ask? Who knows
All I find is a simple superstition
In this place I can't escape
Closer I find the clarification
My destiny becoming a clearer shape
Strange supernatural questions of great mass
Break me from this trance
For you only have one chance
To start looking through the looking glass