Beyond the Doors

Life is a desert; a vast open plain Life is a plethora of glory and pain A life is a being, simple and small A mind that spins like a pop-top and all It's a sorrow emptiness of solemn and hate An undaunted ambition of destiny, not fate And over all, life is a series of hundreds of doors Waiting to flourish as they are yours The doors you serve may serve you too They serve as tests to pass and cherish As traps to tempt and sadly perish In the end, it seems as if you close a door, You stumble upon a million more The moral learned is to seek a path, pick a door Do what's best and you'll go beyond the doors for sure