Doors And CorridorsOf Choices
We go through life opening and closing doors
As if life were a corridor of choices.
And at every door a decision to be made,
To enter or walk away.
Some doors were always ours,
Destined.
But first you must knock,
For it to be unlocked.
It could be in an instant or take long,
Either way a test on how much you deserve,
What’s on the other side.
Can you wait without;
Giving up,
Giving in,
Moving on.
Some doors were not meant for us,
And they will never open,
No matter how persistent.
Some doors should never be opened.
No matter how insistent.
Some doors once opened can never be closed.
There is no return.
How do you tell them apart?
That is the question,
that keeps the wise,
humble,
and the stubborn,
jealous.
There is no sign on life’s doors.
that reads: this one is yours.
Or warn that warns: walk away.
Still we go through life,
opening and closing doors.
To keep knocking or walk away?
That’s the question,
In the hallway of choices.
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