I see your foot prints left on the floor
As you were floating towards the door
Don’t try to explain what I seen
Its cold and my head is sweating steam
Over and over everyday
Is it that you’re wanting me to play?
You don’t scare me if that’s your plan
And I won’t follow as your madman
Our dream is more real every night
I’ll have to go in with no sunlight
Through the mystery door of surprise
Now I show foot prints after my demise
© 2013 Michael Yost 04/19
Michael's Lair 