Open The Way

Open the way to indefinite stairways The corridors of time can come here through Everything's a feeling until it's true So many conduits and a lot of grays This song has been sung many times before With each its line through vortex destiny Coming and leaving always on its free Sometimes to go through the unwrapped door Strange clouds are rising on the horizon sky Though falling once more when nearer they come We could ask questions in wonderment why Though never know reasons where this is all from Time is our only means to measure its lot What we think is relative - and what is not