Backdoor

The Great Salt Lake with a stormy sunset.

Opening, the back door key
Unannounced comes the dreamer
Never about black or white
Though who really understands

What could be, is in the house
Looking for a future
Wandering in a dark, back room
Unaware, of shadows in between

No connection with the present
Building bridges to the past
From the rhymes of the ages
To the rhythm within the earth

Is the distance coming or going?
Is the distance growing old?
What’s held down to the ground?
As we move, passing along

There is a message
To everyone you’ve ever known
Knocking at the back door
It’s spinning out of control

Today’s memory thinking
Spanning tomorrow in the thought
Unlimited possibilities?
A reflecting, vanished moment

Making my decisions
Reading your inner thoughts
What makes us who we are?
Deliverance in the end

There’s meaning in the answer
Lost within the closing door
It’s there, within the opened crack
Awakened in the sliver of first light

In the end an answered riddle
To think, again and again
About the way things are
Coming in through the back door