Inside a mind. What do you see?
The pumping of blood, forgotten memories:
A winding maze, no way to be free.
There there: another large sea
miles stretched and as wide as can be!

Cry me a river,
and maybe you can cross.
Build me a bridge,
and we’ll burn it together.

Ahoy! How she blows!
This desolate expanse which can only glow!
I’ll sail this ocean, following the wave’s flow,
the wind whipping my hair to and fro…

London bridge is falling down,
falling down…
oh, you lone wanderer. How lost you are.
collapse with me. And maybe we’ll cross
a different bridge
without scars…