Seemingly endless hours
Just another door that hides stagnant life,
just another wall that entombs creative drive
Seemingly endless hours
Riding on a search of lucidity
Seemingly endless hours
Hoping to escape obscurity
Behind closed eyes an elevated plan takes shape (but notice)
Behind closed doors a new lies obscured
As clouds enshroud the city, delaying thought and sun,
words submit poetic eyes and pave the way for comprimisire
Behind crafty lies, behind listless eyes
Behind distant skies a man sees coloured ways
Writing prophets foil the plan and innovative deeds
As idle hands fail to unlock the door dreams die silently
Behind closed eyes
Behind closed doors integrity lies obscured