Take his hand – Hold on tight
Cause we’re about to take a trip
Into the ultimate fright
Through the looking glass
Of his imagination
He invades my mind
Insomnia has set in
Lost in ponderous thought
That’s just the point - Isn’t IT?
As I take The Long Walk
Blaze The Green laden Mile
After all it’s his passion
For the unknown elements
That lives in the everyday known
That makes me crave his tales
Betrothed to Gerald playing deadly Games
As in my mind – I run, I walk
The endless sandy Duma Key
I must outlast all the others
That other failed to survive through
I must never falter -Stop motion photography
As the Sun Dog stalks me
Till it’s emerged out of the picture
To chase me down -Or it may be that
I could Shining a little from the glimmer the Overlook
In the dead of winter
But keep it clear in my mind
Faced by the The Road Virus That Heads North
That one of The Longelier – I am not
Trapped in inertia in Autopsy Room Four
Swaddled in rotting silk and fuming oranges
It is 14:08 by the ticking clock
The Stand is cheering on The Colorado Kid
As I survive each tale of fright
Hounded by raincoat men
That roams in the night
As I constantly move forward
Ever closer to the Dark Tower
But does my trip teach me anything
Or do I go back to the start
Smash my Cell phone
The ultimate social equalizer
That could turn on its owner
Without any warning
So hold on tight – Take his hand
Case we’re about to venture
Into another land of N.
Where the sword is less powerful
Than the power of his words
That he writes
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