Open the Door

I travel down the dirt road that is dry and uneven
I was taught the Golden Rule; however, each day the gold gets tarnished, each day the gold just rusts away

I am blind...but I still open my eyes
The energy of the bullies lie within every hyena at work...at school.. at church....the playground...and at home

There is no radar or alerts for warnings of his presence
I can close the windows...keep the doors locked...
Maybe the ceramic beagle will protect me?

I have tasted the canvas multiple times
Cried Uncle and the crowd only hears the silence

I must pay the toll and forget the receipt
The reminders are concealed within the elephants memory

Beware of the glass door
For it is easily shattered