You want to stroll along Grand Hall of Ideas Recent, ether blurred
Enchanting dough boy dossier doesn't half to lead you back
Lost to the entering eyes the sign does stir
But fascinating schemes absurd distracts

:::thisisonewayonlyleaveyourfirsthalfatthedoor:::

Oh, but for those spirit sounds in written voice they do pull
Blissful Haunt it beckons soul from shadows lingering to explore
In gleeful heart you trade your real life time shares over for

"Come a little closer you, Come. Push gently at my door... "

Even half steps in are blood by proxy on the covenant you now keep
In cautious thought you pause. "Step lively now in ideas, you've recipes to make."
Your mind consumed, it casts away all pleadings for just a little sleep
In hollowed chambers deeper still your mind's voice creeks, "This is a dream. No I'm awake?"

And the walls answer back as the same first blissful call
"This is where you live now. This is where you bake!"