The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.
Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.
...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.
The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master
Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.