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
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2012
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