Open No More

All through my life

Reached out my hand

Bared my soul

Only to be told

It made me less of a man.



Lack of self control


My penance

Fury you couldn’t command.


Don’t reach for my hand

Just like the door

What was once open

No more

Time to take a stand.


Red balloon

We all float down here

Time to face your fears

Got exactly what you wanted

Ah, sweet irony – isn’t life grand?