The show must go on, I insist
I bought a ticket
I spent a penny, I am in for a pound
A door way manifest in corridors, lurking
Where once laid nothing, emptiness in silence
Of visions in tunnels, no light in sight
And a miracle is prayed for
Trapped like a mouse on funeral service
In a sealed hole, trench warfare
A door way manifest on corridors
Bridging gabs between two worlds
Like a wormhole, solidifying alternate universe
And I am foot in, blocking closure
The forces that be, will have to let me in
Before this door is closed , I swear
The gods must be joking
To think otherwise; I doubly swear
Believe me, to think otherwise
