Lost we Stand,
looking Side to Side.
Turning about,
we Backtrack,
Only to find ourselves in some new Surreal landscape,
and with Each step we take the world Morphs.
It's All the Same but the Colors have changed,
Black to White;Gray to Vivid;Rainbow to One.
Occasionally the Scape Splits asunder and in the Cracks,
we See a new View.
Do we step Into them,
Or hunt for the Path in our own Way?