right now, it's windy, it's dark
there's a storm a brewin'
the likes, i've never before seen
and that's before you enter therein
you know, the door that ends all things
been here for a long long time, waiting
waiting in the twilight of all that's been
waiting for the end of trials without, and within
waiting as a stand-in for the next one that sins
one that's been around, as i have been
you know, before the door opens, and i enter therein
this is also where the problem comes in
see, it's windy, a storm's a brewin'
more is certain to happen before the end
it's a lonely place, a lonely state
this place where you silently accept your fate
so, there's nothing really to lose, right?
nothing but gain in the upcoming fight, right?
'nothing'... an interesting word that could be a lie
so, I guess you take a chance at your plight
go to the source of the storm, the blight
go to the problem, it's terms, the inevitable night
do you worry about structure, stability, and all such things
no, you just flow, you just go
it's the way it has always been
you never thought about such things
when entering in all of the other doors you frequented
becoming all of the states you shouldn't have been
just go, because, really, you never know
it's gonna be hard to face, when you get to that place
to this party you'll attend just before the end
'party', another interesting word, when you're the only guest
the only guest to receive the test
the test given as a party favor, the last favor before the end
you know, because the party too, will ultimately end
so, what's the problem amongst all of this gloom?
the enemy, the one i've been hiding from
at the threshold of the lonely door
for he's been waiting too, waiting for the fool
the fool that i have always been
you see, i've faced him before, over and over again
and never, have i ever been able to win
so at some point, you just run
run to the door at the end
a place that's easy to defend
because, as a fool, you don't understand
that it's the place he would ultimately send
the place no one wants to go
the place where the fool will end
where he can forever win
the plan? again, i really don't have one
my plans always end in naught
in every battle i've ever fought
in all of the trials i've never sought
i guess i'm looking for a different kind of door
and this is the hope i have
a different door to look for, something more
it's not a place i've ever been
it's not the door at the end
it's a place that leads to the war within
i hope you can understand
this war is the one I really need to win
amen
- Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 15th, 2024 03:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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