...in a place that is no place...
...there are no cages or doors you can lock
no shackles to bind your arms in a block
all prisoners here may walk as they may
a different path for a different day...
...what if no place is some place...
...the luxurious pillow where you lay weary head
is as likely by dawn to be straw in cold shed
nothing is fixed here, nothing is certain
who knows what's true when we pull back the curtain...
...or if some place is commonplace...
...all prisoners here are free to leave
but who can find doors at the heart of the Weave...
