I'm looking down a hallway with way too may doors;
And many lead to heartbreak and despair.
I tread the hallway lightly with it's weak and rotting floors;
The open doors will tell you I've been there.
Sometimes a door will open, sometimes it just wont budge;
Sometimes it's just better we leave it closed.
We can kick it down to enter or give it a forceful nudge;
But find regret is what we chose.
What door is yours?
What door is mine?
Their the same but different.
Lessons along the hallway of life.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 5:12 PM UTC
I'm looking down a hallway with way too may doors;
And many lead to heartbreak and despair.
I tread the hallway lightly with it's weak and rotting floors;
The open doors will tell you I've been there.
Sometimes a door will open, sometimes it just wont budge;
Sometimes it's just better we leave it closed.
We can kick it down to enter or give it a forceful nudge;
But find regret is what we chose.
What door is yours?
What door is mine?
Their the same but different.
Lessons along the hallway of life.
Copyright Lloyd Tanner