A magnificently enchanted key A lock that conceals what one will soon be A castle made from glossed and chiselled quartz A you doomed to tempestuously traverse A set of swings blowing with the wind of time A representation, a maze of your mind A library, crisped pages, tales of a life A soul that dies on a repetitive timeline I will find a way to stop losing myself Have control of myself, and of time These stories of mine, I'll continue to write Through these dimensions of time I will search the white castle This white castle of my mind An illusion created for your demise A paved path to guide one from fraudulent lies This place is far from what you think that it is Escaping is the only way you will win Is this the way that I am losing myself? Am I in control, or is time? These pages that turn with the lessons I learn Who possesses them, aren't they mine? Oh, what is this white castle This white castle of my mind This is the way I am losing myself I'm not in control, I'm losing time Rooms full of shelves of the stories I tell A life that used to be mine Lost in this white castle This white castle of my mind