I sit alone in the rowboat with no oars.
The mist does something different to my hair,
and I cannot see you through the fog.
All I am allowed to view is the penetrating red light that is your eyes. Unfortunatly they are enough to make me wish I had those oars now. On the other hand those sharks circling the island you stand on are enough to make me glad I don't.
And the skeleton key, to the locked doors in my mind, lies on the bottem of this ocean so black one knows it reaches at least halfway to the center of the earth.
So I can't see the whole multiversal plane, just the mass hallucination of simplicities such as boat, ocean, island, fog........
And so I sit alone in this rowboat with no oars, just drifting, because I have no other options.

This Way............................................................Back Where We Started