Sequence

[Xlyer]

Fallen from the trials of my past, entombed in nostalgia.
Clearing up the rose tinted specs.
Its more like a tangled birds nest.
Spin mantra spin.

Same principles spinning, grasping, all while searching madly.
For the all source looking in.
Nothing to see here folks, move along.
Squandering through energy reserves.

Just relaxing while waiting for the swell.
Mental flips through timeless chests.
Trying to find a switch.
Once flipped an irreversible path awaits.