To dullness yields our guiltless dance
as Maya weaves her drowsy trance;
a soporific druggy dose
turns hopeful dreams to deep morose.
This trail of Maya shadows sense;
confusion blends with innocense;
visions dim as hopes collapse
and Reason fades in mayic traps.
Dark princess why this shadowed veil?
Why leave this dark and dusty trail?
Why must we sleep this waking dream?
Immortals trapped in mortal schemes?