There is a hallway
Leading out beyond the sun
Past the galactic kingdoms
Past the galaxy's son
Every person has a hallway
That road that we must follow
But you can find your own way
If that isn't too hard to swallow
There are many turns and twists
The label of my corridor
But the power lays beyond my wrists
Yet I still yearn for more
Fate is unknowing, the controller of all
Yet the bigger they are,
The harder they fall
Taking control of your own fate
A feat most heavy
It will take down any man
If he is not privy
Trust me though, it's worth it in the end
Because you'll know at the end of the chore
When you break the boundaries of your corridor
That you are among your chosen friends
YOU ARE READING
Daemon's Poetry for the Open-Minded
Puisi"Poetry" Not really. More like a self-proclaimed book of nonsensical ramblings composed of un-ethnical thoughts and feverish hipocracies. Don't understand what I just said? Good, me neither. I even spoiled you; some of them rhyme!
