again, to this doorway in the road i came
again, it swung open, hinges calling my name
cindy, oh cinnnnnn...
come on inside
hesitation, my companion,
both fearing my find
wondering what lay beyond such decorative oak
wondering where's the way around
when again,
the hinges spoke
Child of the Morning, Sunny Soul, Sunday's Best,
you gonna limbo eternal should you refuse The Spirit's test
i turned in a circle
seven hundred days, i spun
denying reality, to poisoned melanin
my weary bones clung
i questioned being chosen
a million excuses but ne'er one
could provide me sufficient reason
to not honor time's song
my path was straightforward
brightly lit, sunny clear
to get beyond my nowheres
i would have to return there
again this oak doorway
handcarved
Sitting Cross the road
again Antique Hinges swinging, singing
Chile, Welcome Home
