An Ode To The Twilight Zone or How I am So Lonely and Became a Mixed up
Fanboy
Through the mystic door I gaze
An eye stares back as its eyelid begins to raise
Welcome to the Twilight Zone, a home of many incongruities
A place where very little sense is made yet very much it shows our frailties
Whether it is that we are truly the monsters that live on Maple Street
Or whether it is better for us to freeze or die from the heat
Whether the gremlin on the wing is real
Or that the future cannot be changed even if you see yourself breaking the seventh seal
Whether beauty is a term created by the eye of the beholder
Or whether you can stand up to your murderous wax dummy friends by being bolder
Whether the aliens take us to paradise or doom
Or whether seeing a person move in a dollhouse sends us to an asylum soon
Whether to see you are alone forever yet you have nothing to do because your glasses shattered
Or to see that stopping time has left you stuck where you are the only one that mattered
Many things happen in this time
With twisted endings as twisted as this rhyme
Serling and his band of writers
Created not a show but an epic for all with philosophical inquires
Why oh why did it have to go?
Was it because of low ratings or was it more than a show
Ah I have run out of words to describe these many a meeting
For more than anything the time it is showing is so fleeting
This meeting of course remains in a place not far from our imagination
But farther it goes to the depths of all television creation
I must run now for it may be on in a few
Mind if you join? I have room for one more too.
Fanboy
Through the mystic door I gaze
An eye stares back as its eyelid begins to raise
Welcome to the Twilight Zone, a home of many incongruities
A place where very little sense is made yet very much it shows our frailties
Whether it is that we are truly the monsters that live on Maple Street
Or whether it is better for us to freeze or die from the heat
Whether the gremlin on the wing is real
Or that the future cannot be changed even if you see yourself breaking the seventh seal
Whether beauty is a term created by the eye of the beholder
Or whether you can stand up to your murderous wax dummy friends by being bolder
Whether the aliens take us to paradise or doom
Or whether seeing a person move in a dollhouse sends us to an asylum soon
Whether to see you are alone forever yet you have nothing to do because your glasses shattered
Or to see that stopping time has left you stuck where you are the only one that mattered
Many things happen in this time
With twisted endings as twisted as this rhyme
Serling and his band of writers
Created not a show but an epic for all with philosophical inquires
Why oh why did it have to go?
Was it because of low ratings or was it more than a show
Ah I have run out of words to describe these many a meeting
For more than anything the time it is showing is so fleeting
This meeting of course remains in a place not far from our imagination
But farther it goes to the depths of all television creation
I must run now for it may be on in a few
Mind if you join? I have room for one more too.