My Portal Guitar

Sometimes when I start a song
I step into a world. It’s imaginary.
The wind strums along and a choir sings.
I hear pounding drums and a symphony.

-CHORUS
And it’s strange, like waking from a dream
to open my eyes and be singing to you whoever you are.
And when someone cries out for something familiar,
I am afraid of my portal guitar.

Sometimes, when I sing a line, I convince myself
of Heaven’s Gate. Inside, I’m on my knees.
And it’s the only time there ain’t nothing else
that it’s not too late. Oh I am pretty pleased.
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And I never know where each ship will sail
or who will be there, who will come along.
And I’m never prepared for that final note,
to be laid bare, before everyone.