This poem I wrote is made up of Doors songs.
Break on through you back door man and take it as it comes. These are strange days on this moonlight drive and I can’t see your face in my mind. “You’re a lost little girl,” you said, but I think you’re wrong. My eyes have seen you, my wild love and we could be so good together. Summer’s almost gone and it’s getting harder and harder not to touch the earth. So do it. Tell all the people that I’m a wild child and we are runnin’ blue. Touch me while we’re waiting for the sun. You make me real. I am the Queen of the Highway, and you, on this american night are The Hitchhiker. We are riders on the storm and yes, the river knows.