Escape from the land of the lost.

Dreams that tickle your heart like a feather
So a spring time in the cold of winter
To wonderland
Nothing being more remote than despair
Unlatch the chest
Break the ribs open
We are but travelers
Between different dimensions
So lost in the middle
Our brain becomes boggled
Answers seem random
It is a time to shape this black hole
To supernova into something nice
Everything will be alright.