Time to take a look, past the web and dust, br This life is all dimensions—forgotten br Lies take on the form of ghosts, without trust; br But there is the Thinker, thinking rotten br Thoughts that linger back and forth, finding faith. br Digging deeper, searching for the headless; br It worms its way through time, through frozen space, br Around stars, suns, slaves, hiding from success. br Finally found, the answer lies in cracks, br Inside a mirror of a mirror, glass br And body impeding a hand of black; br Tempting, touching, but the truth has no mass. br The Thinker thinking upon a glass floor, br Not the while knowing his mind and more.