TIME IS AS LONG
AS THE HALLWAYS OF MY MIND
HARD TO PREDICT
AND JUST AS HARD TO FIND
SO MANY DOORS ARE CLOSED
ONLY WAITING FOR A KEY
TO OPEN THEM
AND SHOW ANOTHER ASPECT OF ME
SO MANY CLAIM TO HAVE THE GOLDEN KEY
TO UNLOCK THE DARKENED CORRIDORES
OF THE HIDDEN ME
THEY PUT THE KEY IN
TO UNLONCK THE DOOR
THEY TURN THE KNOB
THE DOOR OPENS WIDE
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE A STEP INSIDE
YET ALL THEY DO IS STARE
STARE IN VAIN
THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS THEY WATED TO SEE
WAS NOT FOUND BEHIND THAT CERTAIN DOOR IN ME
ALL I DO IS CRY INSIDE
AS THE HOLDER OF THE KEY
TOSSES IT AND ME ASIDE
THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN
ALL THE DOORS LOCK
NOT ANSWERING TO ANYONE ELSES KNOCK
THE ALREADY DIM CORRIDORES OF MY MIND
WILL SOON TURN DARK
SO THIS IS MY CLAIM
PLEASE RESCUE ME
FROM THIS ENTERNAL PAIN
A PAIN SO HARSH IT BURNS DEEP IN MY VEINS
I'M JUST WAITING AND HOPING
FOR THAT CERTAIN GOLDEN KEY
TO OPEN THE DOORS
IN THE DIMLY LIT CORRIDORES OF ME

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