Doors and drawers as gate ways
Into worlds with options
I would shut my eyes to
Keep from seeing as baring witness
My mind would opt out from partaking
A phrase set as escape clause
Strings hold life like puppet play
Attached to the handle of the drawer's grip
And for each pull as command
The status of I, move as puppet play
I am as, Leonardo Da Vinci carved me
Waiting on God to breathe life in me
I am as surrealism from your imagination
Drawn up by Salvador Dali in dream state
Yet as I stand as empty drawers
All t' pass folded and unfolded, are left en-trigged
Sigmund Freud left sat perplexed
Looking for my childhood story to define me
