Gatekeeper

There's a point to forgetting
when everythings done
but where's the proof
if no one's left to remember

You be the witness
outside the illusion
one to remember
the mistakes I made
Who waits for an impulse
to start it all over
and calmly respond no

nowhere to go to
nothing to see
even my dreams are fading
a thread on my finger
there to remind me
to start something, I think
place to excist in
time to tell the difference
a body of my own, hmmmmmmm...
somehow familiar
excitingly new
I constantly dream of another

You be the witness
In the middle of nowhere
one to remember
Where there's no sound at all
My proof of excistance
to start it all over
A story that wants to be told

I'm sure I was meant to
open this door
after all
I was given a key
Why I have waited
I don't see a reason
after all this is why I'm here
The more I stay silent
The louder the noises
inside your eardrums whisper

A thought in a room
in the middle of nowhere
a silence to be heard
where there's no sound at all
my proof of excistence
outside the illusion
a story that wants to be told