You have entered the centre, the valley of the source
Where the first form is drawn, and ideas are born
A realm where no competition exists whatsoever
Where no boundaries of definition come to matter

It’s where gold’s but a color, its emphasis is shun
It’s where a simple drop of rain can leave a man stunned
A single glance of her is the beginning of a narrative
And where the beauty of her shape is expressed poetically

A realm where you see differently
Where the spirit burns and illuminates your every word
Where a single yell
Can be forever heard

A realm where you can gain the uncharted powers
Tremendous, supreme, all under your command
But the price is a high one, to be paid by all
You must surrender your will to the powers that you hold

So before you decide to stay
You must know the price you’ll pay
You are but a breath away
Of falling in to this

It keeps the painter in the cold, trapped in an image
The writer in a cloud of smoke, silently living
The composer in the dark, at the mercy of the night
And the martyr in the dungeon, convinced of his sight
And as you roam deeper into this state of mind
You become what they say: of the mysterious kind
Then you lose your name and see your history fading
Until you become – what you have created!

So before you decide to stay
You must know the price you’ll pay
You are but a breath away
Of falling in to this dream