Down the road and through the trees
The house of forks is what you'll see.
What you seek and what you find
You'll forget everything in do time.
And in the house your memories still,
Dispense your curiousity and your will.
And touch the window in which you'll see
An amount of yourself unnaturally.
Within the house of forks you seek
A death of wonders in which you'll reap.
And as you sit for a cup of tea,
It's you the feast will soon be.
As your memories spill on the floor
The worms do crawl from the apple core.
The house of forks does split in two,
The void of split is more unto.
More unto the myth of mind
The myth of house is what you'll find.
And as you forget all you seek
Your memory is what the house shall reep.