Do you ever stand in your place
And consider and stare
At a door ... wondering what its doing there?
How light can enter a leaf and leave
A little bone of energy there
To grow and grow bigger than it all began?
And all our senses as little doors
Sweep up the dust and lust in all of us
These tenants that rage from within
The imperceptible entrance of sin
Do you ever wonder why
The senses let them in?
For me, I come to it like Alladin
Testing magic words
That my children may let me in
Filtered through the clamor and glamor of lies
They my walking cane, and I their eyes
But cannot remember the combination
To the rigid lock.
And ever and ever you stand there
Perpetually the perpetuating knock
And I who come to you always bare
Wonder why ... when my door is open
Do you knock and knock
I did not ever buy a lock
While time is here barrier to heaven
You the way ... to the open door
You the door ... into life
When a door confronts the door
How do I enter into life
The mirage has walls that pin my wings
And lock me into perpetual questionings.