I thought I saw your curious eye starring through the key hole of my old cedar door it was confirmed when I opened it and saw your lipstick painted cigarette still smoking on the floor I hope you weren’t trying to take a look into my unspoken thoughts of speculating sorrow because they will not be revealed until they scatter about my dreams that will deliver me to tomorrow and no you’re not invited to watch the slideshow that will projected onto the closed lids of my amber eyes that viewing is reserved for those who have removed their vale to show who they are and extinguish their disguise but for you to do that you would have to be true to yourself and that’s impossible with your partly cloudy personality because as a casualty of conformity you have sacrificed your hopes and dreams that once accompanied your originality