The door opens into a new found face. The doctor shrugs saying, "It can be replaced." A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply. "You're moving on to a step where everything is an excuse." Maybe tonight symmetry will not be disguised. Fake the funeral so no one else knows that this is pure fiction, let reality de-compose. Feel the break in the sand as you exit the room. Know not everything you do will be for you.