The Fuehrer

The Fuehrer Life raises up its rigid hand Demands following promises you chose Its the best thing you could ask for, the right to choose Its what holds you back, the fear to lose to open the doors and create dreams come true To fall away from the very essence that is you Like moving into new clean drapes Windows unfrosted by confusion The person you were has no doorway And the floors of your life were covered in sediment left by previous intruders, The uninvited All aware of your contract to this life And the doorway locks to the top unable to enter unable to let go We hold on to what we know Stairwells of featured memories alas they contrive who we were Who are you now? The Fuehrer wants to know -Jess