The door opens into a new found face.
The doctor shrugs saying,
"It can be replaced."
A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply.
"You`re moving on to a step
where everything is an excuse."
Maybe tonight
symmetry will not be disguised.
Fake the funeral
so no one else knows
that this is pure fiction,
let reality de-compose.
Feel the break in the sand
as you exit the room.
Know not everything
you do will be for you.
