Aye 'tis

A door of strangeness have I known
And passed through many, many times...
Yet in ending tis only a deformed say of a day
That the us in the we are bound to share
As the craziness of the twine unravels
A journey unfolds though one not yet quilted
And the muzzled mind splashes through its puddle of a muddle
Though only a thought in a teardrop kept
A thing of the past, present and future
...One...
Aye, tis...