Black Door

Why don’t you face up to it
If I was you
I’d have the deck at your rooftop
If I was you
Up from the poles, drug from the hills
Into your present delectation
You simply cannot prove your fog-accenting notions
You cannot prove your ragged affectations
All of you left your pals in desperation
Easter island profile and care from old inwardly chuckling
Chuckling inwardly
If I was you, I would not smile at present situations
If I was you, I’d never
If I was you, dig in the roof top
If I was you, I’d never dig at the root