The Doors of an Elevator

When you're strange , its seem as doors shut

back and forth, inward and outward, vertically like a spinal cord

you wish to find the head space to help you evolve, yet, the floors of your emotions

your heart spirals downward, as you reach out to press floor seven where your spirit hope to reside

but the most that can be done is to stare at the grey shades as the doors open and close

Mind like an elevator, Body like the fire emergrency buttons

stuck in thestillness of despair

with hope up rising within, with your happiness there

The doors of an elevator