The Doors of Life
The doors of life are many
Can either heal or sore
Entrances into elsewhere
Like our body has many pores
These doors of life are many
Can be opened at any time
Its only when they are opened
That they either rhyme or not with time
The doors of life once opened
Can be closed at any time
And these doors can be opened by many
Sometimes they are ten a dime
The doors of life are like crossroads
We are like rabbits caught in headlights
We do what we do at the time
At the time, it doesn't mean its right
The doors of life will remember
But will we remember where we were
These openings, these paths of life
We all choose the door we prefer
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