What is it? Over and over, again,
These same doors and rakes, and steps that we know,
And again these attempts to figure things out,
once more in dark, where no light has yet flown.
What is it? lies? mirages? deception?
What is it? Dreams? Delirium's call?
What is it? Maybe a new trap, entrapment?
What the shadows conceals, and covers it all.
The answer to this, as before, is in you,
and if you can live, to see morning's ray,
out there, is door, where you another,
and already you know, the name for this day.
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What is it?
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