Nostalgic Montage

Falling through the cumulous wormhole, she wakes up in our old friend, the octagonal room. What splendors will she find here… dimensions?

If I were a bird,

I would travel far

Visit my old friends

Tell them what I saw

Looking for the warmth

That we used to feel

Lost in other worlds,

Wondering if it’s real

Wonder if it’s real…

I wonder if I’ll ever return?

Hope you will, hope you will

But what does returning even mean?

I really can’t say

I wonder if I’ll ever return?

I hope you do, hope you do

But what does returning even mean

I really can’t say

I wonder if I’ll ever return?

Hope you do, hope you do

But what does returning even mean?

I really can’t say

I wonder if I’ll ever return?

I hope you will, hope you will

But what does returning even mean?

I really can’t say