A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence & manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn w/ Tests , deaths, feats, rites stories, songs, & judgements.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.