All felt is good here

All felt is just fine

Like a rapture waiting to dine on the divine

It moves across me and sets me free

Open oh so gently

Loss of time is felt here

Burning brick in my mind

Like a cancer growing in the minds of the divine

Don't roll me over

Cant help these things I can feel

Couldn't see them coming

But I've given into what's been given

Take a taste of what's within

You cast me over

Yet I've risen and I am real

I am the little cracked mirror