Open the door
Just open the door
I want more
I just want more
I’ve lived with less
I don’t want to be lifeless
I’ve never had a mess
I’ve always had timeless
Forward or rewind?
I don’t want to work my mind
If all is assigned
Then let it be redesigned
Many have faced the edge
Many stood on the ledge
Many have made a pledge
Many got away on fudge
I’m nor here nor there
I’m not hope or despair
A man on the stairs
Up and down I stare
If I look down I daze
If I look up I gaze
If I level I’m in a maze
If I don’t I craze
I’ve been on the roof
I’ve had previous proof
That sky is closer when aloof
And the dead just spoof
Now there’s zombieland
Now it’s them who command
Now there ifs, buts and
Talk of “sit” when I should “stand”
So I break out of elastic
Walls made of plastic
More jokes more slapstick
To give me or my life a kick
I touch a white worse than dark
I journey but I never embark
I light a fire, never start a spark
I join a group in the park.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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