don t talk to strangers don t swim alone don t take the dicey shortcut don t turn the stone don t tell a secret don t fall behind don t let the great race of yith supplant your mind don t wrack your memory don t blaze the trail don t pine for primeval jungles don t pierce the veil don t look for answers years down the road don t copy down the glyphs that your visions showed are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories was there something in my mind don t clean the mirror don t be surprised when your reflection seems like a pack of lies don t ask the inmates what it s about don t cry in the library when you find out are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories was there something in my mind there are things they say man was not meant to know is this shadow out of time 