If your eyes closed when told to;
Knowing that not another verse
Shall be seen if you stayed true,
Would you laugh or would you curse?

Here, this is the secret of life!
Your job is to feel and keel;
Joke and suffer through this strife;
Subliminal puppeteers make you kneel!

Let the door shatter open unevenly,
Brave the light that shines inside,
For your actions happen only
By the strings on your own hands; You hide!

Step out instantly, you child!
Reveal how you fool the eye.
Let it roam instead, free and wild;
Make music, art; live and only then die.