Wanderers of Broken Doors

Wanderers of Broken Doors
© Surazeus
2026 06 23

Out on the signless road to somewhere else 
from crumbling ruins of America 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
to gather tales of sorrow from lost souls 
so we can build with programs of real hope 
new Freedom Nation of Zarathia. 

Ascending mountain of the modest Muse 
who teaches me to sing of liberty, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
to celebrate our victory with joy 
building new state based on justice for all 
where everyone is equal in the law. 

Astonished by apricity of faith 
that glows through ephemeral state of mind, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
with noble purpose to peregrinate 
across the waste land of America 
where ghosts of people unjustly killed dwell. 

Amazed at beauty of organic beings 
designed by swirling of bright ocean waves, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
in trembling shimmer of the floating moon 
that knows the road of destiny I blaze 
because I choose to follow my own heart. 

Still weary-hearted as the faceless moon 
that seems to know my secret state of mind, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
to map whole landscape of our spinning Earth 
till I can hold the whole world in my hands 
so I dream history of humanity. 

Gazing at stars that twinkle with God Eyes 
in eerie silence of the Twilight Zone, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
to flee persecution of castle kings 
and found democracy in Wonderland 
because stars we see burned out long ago. 

Climbing the Stairway to Heaven at last 
that leads me to high Purgatory Peak, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
with Beatrice as my guide to Paradise, 
though she turns out to be bright hologram 
who dwells in Egypt with Helen the Fair. 

Out in sunbaked fields of cotton and corn 
where we wait for our chariot to swing low, 
I walk with wanderers of broken doors 
to Freedom Nation of Zarathia 
with the Third Man who haunts our lonely quest 
when Orpheus strums Lyre of Mercury.