Barely a whisper from under the door…

Tiny thoughts cascading in place
like stars in space
or showers of light across a moonlit sky.

Patterns of power and perception
finite in-depth and dimension
locked amidst the Universal eye.

Knock, knock. Who is it?
Has a stranger come to pay me a visit?

Stumbling along, alone, confined
the hallway unwinds
in endless decay.

Black as ash, a spiraling void
peacefully paranoid
and slowly drifting away.

Barely a whisper from under the door.

Knock, knock.  Who is it?
Knock, knock.  Who is it?
Has sanity come to pay me a visit?

…barely a whisper and nothing more.

Like the wind, dripping through your hair
voices echo in the air
and thoughts seem to linger
like grains of sand that slip through your fingers
and fall to the beach
The stranger grows nearer but still out of reach

Barely a whisper from under the door.
…barely a whisper and nothing more.

Knock, knock.  Who is it?
Knock, knock.  Who is it?
Seems no one has come to pay me a visit.