The Keyhole

The Keyhole

Life is passing through the keyhole
to the center of the void.
Seeking out the real seeker
who doesn't seem so overjoyed.

The lord of nameless vagabonds,
of the faceless and the scorned.
A deception in the reflection of
a darker phantom form.

Waiting silently in their slumber
another dreamer's being born.
Toiling their lives so quietly away,
spirits forsaken and forlorn.

They're coming to the center of
what they call the universe.
Regretting all they never did,
falling victim to a curse.

Corrupted by simplicity
with a fully loaded clip.
Wondering if this is all there is
in this empty comic strip.

There is no cure for the illness
as we look to heal the pain.
That's left us in the state we're in
standing beatin' in the rain.

We dare not ask for more from life
to save our sorry soul.
We had a chance to do it right
passing through the keyhole.

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