Muted despair and anxiety fall to the democracy of liquid courage
Violently allowing the withheld secrecy melt at the feet of uncaring ears and cynical laughs
Untold stories revealing a distant yet ignorant past of file cabinets and wooden gum polluted desks
The bright light at the end of the stairwell illuminate the lonely artwork bashed in and casted out
Halfway hooked onto a decently shaded failure of a wall.
Telling it's life's regrets and blatantly not performing the acts asked of it
However steadily leading the lost to a brilliantly locked door
Unique and certified to keep any and everyone out
The remnants of the room inside more valuable than the value-less world it belongs to
A sharp yet refreshing breeze passes through the crack at the bottom of the threshold
Easing ones mind into a sense of curiosity
Almost as if it were natural and relevant to push the tablet of knowledge
Bending down to elaborate on ones mind a clever trap door is opened and another soul has been tricked into life's bitter and unforgiving blood soaked cavity.
Cleverishly tricking one to believe it has been enlightened or released for the betterment of the future
The distant ignorance that plants false ideas, hopes and dreams
leading the blind in circles and playing music for the deaf
Growing tired, yet too old to turn back and discover the overflowing fountain of all things too wonderful to be held by any one man.
Now bitterly hurt and mislead uncaring ears and cynical laughs carry on before a short and passionless depart.
