A dead man once told me to open my mind to the pretend "fore soon they become real." He told me to open my heart to the forgotten "fore they too have an appeal."
Upon the ghostly white face of that dead man, eyes of pure gold, His white body stood tall and lanky, the touch of dead flesh grew cold.
I opened my mind and began to see clear reality, My heart opened wide to find those forgotten knew the truth of actuality.
I asked him why he blessed me with this knowledge, wishing me off so well, He told me how he had not know, causing him to fall to a death more unpleasant than Hell.
That somber dead man then fled to his grave, Just as he vanished he whispered "Be brave."
I pass on this event to tell you all, Open your mind and heart or soon you too shall fall.*