Hmm... it's all in my head.
From the moment I wake 'til I pass out in bed.
The mindscape went out, the thoughts were all bled.
My imagination won't stop, I fear this, I dread.
But so long as what's written be said and be read,
Oh mind of mine be satiated, be free as you're fed.
A time there shall be when you'll be out, and all be said,
'Til then do our darnest 'til ye cold and ye dead.