the doors been down

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BACK FROM GLORIOUS MEXICO!

Good evening, seeker of words,
In twilight's realm where the soul is stirred.
South of the border, chaos in the rear,
A human camcorder, a wanderer without fear.

In Mexico's embrace, a Spanish porter's lore,
A film unfolding, a tale to explore.
Flying over coco's nest, a soul untamed,
In the dance of shadows, where dreams are named.

Been down so long, echoes in the breeze,
Doors of perception, a key to seize.
Jim Morrison's spirit, a guide through the mist,
Whispers of poetry, in the labyrinth exist.

Amidst disorder, a rebel's quest,
A journey mapped on life's own bequest.
Cinematic visions, frames in the mind,
The seeker's solace, in verses entwined.

The tune of the Doors, a mystical score,
Notes of rebellion, crashing on the shore.
A traveler's tale, etched in the sands,
Echoes of freedom, written by unseen hands.

So, let the poetry flow like a river's song,
In the footsteps of legends, where echoes belong.
Through coco's nest, where the wild birds soar,
A symphony of souls, forevermore.