In the Doorway

In the Doorway As I wait for you I rest my eyes And doors appear, to my surprise Shimmering doors with golden lace Dingy doors of times embrace So many doors they fill the skies In every imaginable shape and size They call to me, to open them Choose a door then go on in The door I pick, the choice I make Will lead me down the path I take Our door, I see, is well adorned A rose red with jagged thorns I stop to catch a glimpse inside Looking where I'd soon arrive If I take this door, see you again, I choose a path of lust and sin But it's not the only door to pick So many doors it'd make you sick Which doors are wrong? Which are right? So many that they cloud my sight Doors to heaven, doors to hell And all the doors between as well I grab my key open the door Start my car and with a roar I hit the road and head straight home My wife and kids I'd left alone Their resting eyes dream not of doors But fields of flowers, emerald shores, and other places not yet explored.