The House of the broken doors

I live in there, my thoughts r close to far away.
Every now and then i snap out of my hypnosis,
that my muse sets in every day.

The wind is not blowing in here, as if it has mercy 
for this space. Loneliness is embossed in every 
room, there's no one to embrace.

Lights r only dumping the dark away when they
shine like holy gradient, unseen.
All eye ever needed is in here, included the memories
that seems to never fade so close .

The Word out there is moving at fool speed,
always, was never different, I'm bored.
Just about now i recognized how time 
is supporting my steps, time and me is content.

Feeling enchanted like the fella that chewed 
the good shroom and walked a very long path. 
Love is, love is, love is, vision accomplished, 
defined inertly without doubting a second of it.

Tough steps from legs that never get tired,
marching is not the term for walking on the moon.
See me slightly from the corner of your eye ,
that's how fast i float-pass onto a levitational vortex. 

Back on the spotted corner of my destination home,
the notes r laying all over the 0835...oh Y!!
The broken doors r a bless and a spawn, 
cause the muse chose to impress 
my every morning and dawn.

Complete functions with a broad-banding frequency 
from the highest form of understatement.
Where u at, that's where it is all along with u,
no doors will shut what once began again to understand.

The House, the doors, the muse and me.
All we need, we can't do without each other.