The Contract

Did you really think about creating? A masterpiece rarely presents Itself at the door of your Imagination Accept these conditions Even if there is not Not much to accept Red lights don't ever give much hope The gloom insights desperate people stow The door leads you to virtual recreation That's as addictive as the worst sentimental sow Did you really think about creating A masterpiece rarely presents Itself at the door of your Imagination Accept these conditions Even if there is not Not much to accept But even in these dark days of aggression You'll find someone to caress Someone to hold These arms of the door of a new sensation This door will lead you to a new To a new goal, goal, goal