The Doorway

Seeing as Francisco got all philosophical and poetic on his most recent vlog, i thought i might as well put my own little contribution down here as part of my new year takeoff, im not too why i wrote this, its a bit depressing, but enjoy anyway.

Shadows dance across my eyes, days flit and pass without merit or success
telling the story of a man who is not truly there
My eyes are wide and senses engaged, yet nothing of true spirt is shown
I am content to sit in lonelyness, observing the world through the keyhole of life's door

I sometimes push at the door, screaming in rage and frustration at what i see through my portal
But the door is indifferent, it does not care for me or my suffering
it only opens for those of elegence and power, something of which I have neither
As much as I try i cannot sway the door nor overcome it and therefore must resign myself to attempting to communicate with those whom i observe through my gateway

Sometimes i am able to pass a note through the door, a few words of wisdom for a waning soul
whom is in need of comfort and support, somthing i cannot give
My idea of the world is a sour one, a bittersweet apple that cannot be enjoyed even by the most hungry
and I am afraid, of my existance having ended never having passed through the great archway and truly experiancing life

The faces i see, some of happiness, some of pain, all seem to read the same
They do not see me nor my plight
I am but another shadow to them, another partisan on the journey of life, of no significance
nor of any use, I have no skill nor talent, my mind remains in fantasy, or worlds that do not exist

But there are those who see me, trapped as I am
and I hope that someday soon, i will gain admitance to that great vault of souls and happiness will become my world
I yearn to experiance it, but cannot concieve how feels, smells or sounds
The doorway is my world, always has been, always will be

hmmm, well the jury's out on that one i think, let me know what you think in the comments below.

DFTBA