Poem

I found this scribbled in a book from my 9th grade a few hours ago. It's one of my favourite poems written by Jim Morrison...

What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something and someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire and dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything

It's not exactly what I'd call 'eloquent', but it is exactly how I feel.

R.I.P Jimmy