Awake

Walls are inpenetrable

And doors are elusive,

Minds are selfish

And often intrusive.

 

But the mind that's Awake

Is the luckiest in existance.

It is treated to the secrets

That require persistance.

But when the right mind

Is closed at the wrong time,

When the right ears are closed

To the bells that chime,

It takes the right Word,

When in desperation

To induce the life-giving

Intoxication.

I want to be by your Side

Long enough to make

You see that because of you

I am Awake.

The End

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