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Step through the portal and come inside

into an alien world of black on white

Where what is just is

and never there  was a "what could be"

For all is plain and simple

No difference between wrong or right



Watch the  quiet man exist within the void

As greens of laughter and reds of anger

melt and fade around him

Blending together in a pool

that has been deepened by his languor



He walks a path he's been on

so many times before

Without a thought or worry

he gets further down the road

And behind him there's a creaking

that he doesn't hear

As if a voice is speaking

a whisper in his ear

But it is nothing so important

and he walks a little more

No, it is nothing so important

it's just the closing of the door