If someone has seen beyond the door
and knows what joy or sorrow lurks out there
Would you not desire to question them?
Ask about the landscape
Is it painted or just pained feelings over there
Know what new knowledge now exists
Or what’s excluded …result…bliss?
What remains of the them they knew?
self-aware or friends all new?
Throwing off the cloak of time
breaking rhythm, damning rhyme
Is there freedom or just more rules
Will energy still jolt like joules
Shall we wonder there as here
aimless, rudderless and in fear
shall we wander …a wasted soul
or tread streets with maps of gold
Will there be jokes up there
or just more cracks to let in air?
Cracks in Death’s Door
