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.