Unable to dream, without them clouding your mind,
Fantasies and thoughts that you will never find.
Trying to remember what was said before,
Yes it seems like a closed and locked door.
Waiting there, waiting for it to unlock,
A man in a hood stands waiting to mock,
It annoys you dearly to be watched all the time.
Yet the watchers don't even do it for a dime...
You open your eyes, phone ringing at your side.
You pick it up, head swirling like a wide tide,
THere is a voice, very unfamiliar to you.
He ignores your confusion, and tells you what to do.
You tell him no, hanging up and shaking.
You run outside, the leaves needing raking.
Stand there alone, wondering where the year went,
Thinking, yet more, 'Why was I sent?'
Remembering your dream of lonelyness and pain,
Windering why it's driving you insane.
That's right, all the year is in store,
It's behind that closed and locked door.
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It's just a bunch of poetry I wrote. ^^
-Kao-Kashey-His_Dreamer
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