Walking through the illusions of my Thoughts, never realizing the consequences of failure Always chasing the voices that seem to enter My mind, haunting me, entrapping my soul I seek knowledge from the young man who Lives in the hole in the tree As I knock on the door, look into the window And notice that the young man is actually an Old man with a young mind He reaches out his hand in friendship and asks: “Do you seek the old man for knowledge?” The great art of conversation intrigues my thoughts He lights a lantern and leads me Through the forest to an opening in the ground A golden stairway guides our way To the center of the earth The smell of fire and the cold chill of fear takes over my body I feel lost in the center of my mind, for the Illusions appear to be a reality, not a dream I know that I must face the outraged dragon Who lives inside of my heart…for he must die