Wander Out

A place stuffed with a crystal-clear hiss

Tempts one to another place of miss

Has its sorrow piled on the shelf, hasn't it been done

Would you leave it alone still?

Had to take it as soon as I made it full

Full of dreams that were made of rushing in

Time only made it worse

So I decided to clear them all out

The hollow has got its seat on the first

Where we can put our hands in,

But not with the comfort, only cold silence in between

Put stuff, overstuff it with your ambitious 

Fill it out with the coldest thing you've got

The story hasn't been compiled yet though

Anyone can tell how it'll go, anyway

Been hearing it all along

That it's trying to invade the fantasy

 Pour on the state of mind that ends in a sight

So, at the end of the first attempt, nonetheless,

We've already seen what's the worst inside, not the last

The alert goes out to mix things inside, did we miss

So, you're going to just leave it alone wandering off