Behind the door

Pounding on the door
whispering subtle truth
Almost pasted you by
like a stranger in the crowd
You walk with your eyes closed
trying to see what is real
It's behind the pounding door
screaming blunt lies
It hits you head on
like a wind in your face
Standing still eyes open
seeing what the truth brings
It's behind the pounding door.

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Behind the door

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