Doors Doors Doors
What has happened to my mind
I really do mine I wish I could find what door it is behind
Every time I think I know what door it is behind I forget and lose my mind
I look to the right and to the left but with no luck
My vision is clouded by all that muck
As i return to my quest upon the next door is just a guess
Now my search is wearing thin and I fear I shall not win
And then I opened that door.... in my head just like a flash of light
Behind it I find now what was it my heart desired no don't tell
For if I can't remember then I fail
Tricia Bernard
6/19/2015
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