Walking down an endless hall.
White walls as far as the eye can see.
Once open doors now closed.
Im almost certain what it means to me.
As I approach an empty room.
Through the only door that is left open.
Fear is smeared through shallow words.
Only to be viewed as adolescent.
This place has left me bare without meaning.
Abandonment has now been considered blasphemous.
These four walls hold the key for whats to come.
Lucid at best would define such great distress.
The subconscious only goes so far.
Daydream the escape of endless halls.
This corridor we call a mind.
Only leads us to more white walls.
Will I be left here in this blank place.
Rescue seems uncertain at best.
Help me escape to the vivid streets.
Eluding for now, for a moments rest
:love: love it!! nicely written!
sounds good.
hmm didnt realize til just now I used "at best" 2 times.
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