Who was that at the door, and why didn't I answer it?
Who is that smashing through the glass, and why can't I hear it?
Who is he that's breaking down the barriers, and why do I resist it?
These are the loves and the lies of our eras,
The long, the short, the tall of it all.
They say that the sun shines for only a while
Before the fast impending fall.
Am I at a crossroads? And which way to go?
All roads may lead to Rome, but the paths I tread
Seem to lead me on to a grave so deep
That night will seldom linger on the dread.
Will I ever learn life's basic lesson;
Who is the teacher, who is the preacher?
Whatever it is that I'm trying to understand.
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