There is a door
Its kept closed to protect the eyes from seeing
Duplicate locks seem redundant to anyone that passes
But he knows their meaning
The function of keeping in and preventing out

One way or another it is a box within a box within a man
Shielded walls looking of plaster but really of steel
add to the fortress built around a failed dream

The chaffed wrists argue in pain,
from containing the tossing nightmares
Aberrations painted with psychedelic epiphanies
tease and taunt of the could haves

With this realization the tumblers click into place
sealing all the wants and more strongly the needs
In the empty chest hushing the thumping
Of something forgotten.
Or maybe something not allowed to remember

It all doesn’t really matter because there is no actual key
and the teeth on the sliver of metal
are really jagged protrusions that rip and tear
with the slightest thought that the self made device
can ever be unlocked

This Is existence Now
The maze of passageways all end up at the same spot

The Door of Double locks
Keeper of Dreams