The Door In Between

The door in between I don’t hear the birds singing in the trees I don’t see the sun shining for my feelings would appease I don’t talk to people for they might awaken my very needs I don’t listen to the news because it disturbs my gentle deeds I don’t want the world to give me anything and I it because we both bleed I don’t want to see flowers in people’s gardens because it’s hypocrisy to the black and white we’ve seen I don’t like anything that proposes to enlighten but then never has been I don’t much like you reading then deciding that the words I say do not theme I don’t like a corridor that leads to everywhere but there are doors to open in-between.