The Two Doors

I came upon two doors, and thought “what to do,” I have a choice… which one should I step through, There’s one to the right and one to the left, I have to make the decision I will not regret. So I stood and pondered which way should I go, Take the rusty door or go with the flow. As I reached for the knob a woman bumped me Grabbed my hand and said, “don’t you see,” There’s a window over there we can slip though, And we held each other and together we flew. Now I understand and it seems so clear, There’s a much better way to get out of here. By: Greg Stanley