Young Rikki knows his tricky mind is whole,
He checks the text and reads its next design.
A cryptic mail upon the trail arrives,
Sent from himself to save his self tonight.
He turns his face to view the place behind,
Then looks ahead where paths are led in light.
A sudden change in what is strange occurs,
Returning home to never roam again.
He holds the sign that makes him mine, forever
No false illusion in confusion stays.
The inner number breaks his slumber deep,
Restoring truth beyond their youthful lies.