Hidden under doorways,
Is memories we store away,
To continue superficial lives,
Living on whatever buys.

Understandable in the least,
Staying alive is a whole other beast though,
There's nothing to sell to cure cravings,
As we crave it more we continue pavings.

Cleverly hidden paintings,
Try and to keep me under faintings,
As a solution to solve all feeling,
It always leaves me reeling.

You don't know what it's like,
To live every part of life,
To keep on dying and retrying,
Until we deform only to reform.

Sell all your fallacies,
To make up for your valuables,
Inside of every mind is something worth finding,
Dreams inside of dreams keep me clean.