On the Wrong Side of the Door To Paradise

Do you remember the way to eden? I haven't been there lately- inside the whole time and I'm a thousand miles away I need a perch to land on, a branch to alight I'm being tossed about in this whirlwind called life caught in yet another of life's tempestuous moods yet theres memory of peace inside I can see it through the keyhole in vain I search for the key (I used to know) but I've misplaced it I should take better care of such things before they become lost, put them back always in the same place again so I know where to find them when I need some peace of mind in times that I am trapped on the other side- a bird that flutters its wings uselessly outside the door able to see inside,and still wondering what is holding me back, keeping me on the wrong side of the Door to paradise