Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Behind the Door!!!!
Vacancy signs,
Head swinging
Like brush fire
Over islands of
Broken promises.
Thoughts again,
Tall ideas and
Smashed mirrors
Of faltered hope
Reign like a fan
Of infancy.
Hide the box,
Behind the door!
A round piece of
Innocence gets
Smashed and
Everyone complains.
10-21-10
Head swinging
Like brush fire
Over islands of
Broken promises.
Thoughts again,
Tall ideas and
Smashed mirrors
Of faltered hope
Reign like a fan
Of infancy.
Hide the box,
Behind the door!
A round piece of
Innocence gets
Smashed and
Everyone complains.
10-21-10
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Behind the Door!!!!
Behind the Door!!!!