I ram a big steel door,
In the vastness of a mind.
Locked out for all of my natural life,
But I care not for what I find.
The hinges buckle as I try,
And try with all my might.
For I know that I will win this war,
This battle, this eternal fight.
The door falls down as screeches scream,
And blast the vastness of a mind.
For as I said before,
I care not what I find.
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