Nocturnal Vision

The path was foreseen In a feverish dream and the riddle was shown To the seven year grown Reaching out for the thread he saw It would cut through his fingers As a razor sharp straw Shaping the untouchable Embracing the none-existable It's force force drains Slide into forever Surface to surface Nothing between Faling forever The illusion has been But a fragment of time On the thread of life None shall pass This fiery wall None shall pass No, none at all