The Open Door
Envious, yet so pious
Lost in a sea of familiarity
The glare sets my soul on fire
I rose out of simple elements
How I tire
Hanging on a rusty wire
The air is thick
With the stench of perversity
Reality can be so cruel
You knew me then
Now a fool
A rebel to thoughtless rules
Kept amused by the dancing fire
The blue flame lit
Feels so cold
Leaving me numb
Feeling so old
You told me a story
Once before
Now I wait for your return
To enter through
The open door.
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