A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden

A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden

And secrets that lie behind that blank facade

A building, some windows, my dreams

I wandered on those blind Parisian streets

Nobody knew my name

Nobody knew where I came from

I was different, yet still the same

A wooden door like corpus callopsum

Holds my two worlds together

I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee

The buzzing and the hum

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