Get out

Get out

Get out

Get out of the fog. 

Move the earth.

Grasp the wind.

Hold the tide.

Wrap the whole cosmos up in your arms 

And realize 

You are only one part.

So keep on moving.

Isolatorium

It is strange 

That no one knows

The steps or the numbers, the windows and the light switch.

It is strange 

that no one knows the latch on the door 

It is a strange feeling

No one knows your address

Or what it looks like where you lay your head. 

Or where to find you.