Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Door

And when you see that door,
Out of thousands of other doors,
You just walk to it,
And try to open it.

Some doors are left to be opened,
Some were locked.

And when you hold that knob,
You know if it's locked or not.

And you slowly open the door,
Just to see what's inside.
Oh so just when you smile,
You might be feeling the happiness and reality.
Choosing the right door,
And everything in it.

Well, sometimes, you chose the wrong door,
Even if everything looks SO perfect.
Because other people have walked through it earlier,
And be there from the start of this life.

You're just, not meant to be there,
Truthfully.

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