Push

My mother pushed the door open to me, tried to find my smile again, out of my depression. She poured out all the venom of her soul and my dirty veins saw the lights of the oncoming nightmares. My body was screaming, activated my conscience to resist a temptation. His music was very popular in the sixties,mother and the entry of drug into the bloodstream, made my garden enclosed by a high wall. Its the wall,mother. The wall. Ghost and enemies surrounded my home and all the land encompassed by those hills isn't mine anymore. I cried as my illusion to be a better man is gone now. Surrender unconditionally,be a martyr in the cause of nothing, as my body suffered, counted upon Your help. My mother pushed the door open to me, The day was drawing to its close.