Masontry 2

My feet feels as if I've traveled distant lands from the east and to the west hoodwinked with a cabletow tied once around my neck, I fulfilled my obligation to regain my self respect, look in my tired eyes, there lies, my soul, bloodshot red, I hold my head, these eyes they never told, the windows that give off reflections to both the beholder and whom he beholds, my grip signifies the strength of how strongly I endured, my token opens doors, never or forever more, my signs is for all to see, especially those that think like me, and understand my perfect points of entrance, is how you know in advance, I've been tried never denied and willing to be tried again,