with the flip of a coin you're invited into a dream.
the heavy metal doors open to let us into a forbidden world.
we are surrounded by spirits that peek from insider the black binders.
or we peek at them. One of the two.
or we peek at them. One of the two.
Time slips by hurried and disrespectful.
we are too busy to notice.
we are too busy to notice.
visions clash, and like with waves foam splashes us all.
in the shadows we try to decipher the clues.
and then the climax.
...and it ends.
so we walk away, begrudgedly,
while the heavy metal doors slowly slide to close behind us.
and we awake back in our world, like alice in wonderland, wondering how much of the dream was real.