Way out North

Driving out north the road of your mind

The deer leading the way

Covered in snow the vast valley lies

To the path gone astray

As the wind turns its pace

You follow, you follow, you fall

Top to bottom are the shelves of books

Dark leather and some oak wood

The dusty veil descending from the roof

And all in all, duly familiar

Whatever, whatever – inexplicable

Whatever, whatever – distraught

Caught you off guard

The truth that you can’t recall

Questions never asked

To the answers you heard

Whatever, whatever – inexplicable

Whatever, whatever – this trial

It is the dust on the mirror

That truth reveals

And these are eyes of a soulmate

Echo in me