People wandering mindlessly through corridors of mist,
In a building where walls seem to bend round and twist.
Wandering, wondering what floor they’re on,
Where they are going, and where they have gone.
They pass lots of doors that seem locked and shut fast,
Think of unknown opportunities passed.
If they enter a room, who knows what they might find?
It may offer them all a release from their minds.
These rooms may reveal all the answers to life,
Ending all of this meaningless strife.
Or like ‘The Box’ they may unleash all Hell,
Evil, and pain, and the Devil as well.
Nobody knows what this building may hold,
But all people wander until they are old.
They walk through the mists and the hallways of time,
From the first step they take...
’Till they’ve all lost their mind
