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
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