WorldLocked

See an open door, I decide to walk through it

Then fall into the world just the way that I knew it

Heard the door shut, then the turn of the lock

Pitch-black and silent but the pulse of a clock

Looking for an escape, in the form of a spaceship

But let's face it, pain and disappointment are basic

Angels are weak, and the devil is persuasive

In a world that's abrasive, yet in complete stasis

At a complete standstill, but my mind's racing

I refuse to move on, but my mind becomes ancient

I'm the farthest thing from patient

Patience, yet nobody alive is truly complacent

This or that, the paradox seems ageless

Everything remains trapped in a certain vagueness

Covered by a mist of what we decide to believe

Condensed water vapour that's enough to deceive

Blocking from view what we refuse to accept

Philosophical views by a conceited adept

Leaving no room for reasonable doubt

See you later. The doorman's finally letting me out..