The Door
Every day life presents us with doors
Each door leading to a different course
We pick and choose the ones we open
And trust our choice won’t lead us to despair
Once there were two doors
One was green and worn down
the other blue and quite new
I believed I had to choose between the two
I made my choice and had confidence it was right
Through time I found the door I chose was broken
The hinges were loose and the knob unsteady
Pieces of wooden splinters slowly hurting me
This old door had me fooled
I believed what was beyond the door was more precious than gold
because of the things that it had seen
but this door lead me to nothing.
I find myself in a place far from where I was
trying to find my way back
Back to the room of doors,
to find the one I blindly missed.
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