The Castle

It seems time has passed since I've dropped a line
I've checked my pulse and I'm doing just fine.
sitting back and contemplating just how to achieve
how to describe my ideas and allow them to breathe
i look at the world and see this big castle.
i see all my goals becoming too difficult to tackle.
but i don't stand afar and i walk up real close,
to see which part of the castle that i like the most.
there's great architecture with a paint job so smooth
There's outstanding woodwork made of impeccable grooves.
All of this is so pretty but just won't suit my taste.
The most beautiful parts are just hiding the waste.
But I found what I like. A little tiny sliver.
I found it one day whilst following the river.
A tiny red door that most do not see.
There's no cover charge and entrance is free.
And that is how I get to see whats inside.
All that garbage i told you that they try to hide.
I see all the workings and how the gears turn.
I see sometime soon this Castle will burn.