I Am On High Alert

I am asked for the access code that will expire 15 minutes after behind the curtains someone is nervously tapping their foot on the floor creaking I'm waiting in my imaginary world, even though I haven't been for a long time I created my reasons and opinions if longing cannot create spaces in between then who creates so much space between the suspension points.. with them it's all clear... those who are healing will need room to rest if their last words were not: God, how do I step over this maze?! maybe they still haven't decided which labyrinth would be preferred in the place of greenery too many shadows been gathered some walk in their hands some walk in their heads others walk in their soul if I tell someone else the password of my imaginary world, after which ellipsis points will got hit by the REALITY?