Door Number Four
An unending scenario of unfulfilled sanity
playing for a house of none
and that being a record
at the box office of life
take your tickets and line up at the gate
the buzzers about to ring
the human race has begun
Come on down!
It's your turn to spin
Furtuna's whell awaits
for some it' up and some it's down
Please, try not to puke
as you tumble round and round
and never fear for the end
is always near
And with the buzzers ring
it ends as it all begins
and one constant remains
the tax collector claims the prize
I'll take metaphysics for a hundred
and dream about what I cannot see
Skip the cash, the house, the car
I want to see what's behind door number 4!