Trying to Get into the Club

I can hear Jim Morrison singing, "Break on through to the other side..."  Lord help me, I'm trying.

And then it's too exhausting to try.  

I can only keep on my own path to express what art represents to me.  

Emotions, feelings. 

Blood, guts, striving, deflation, euphoria.  

All of it.  

But sometimes none of it.  

And hoping I'm reaching someone out there.  

Striking a match to feelings.