I live in a doorway,
Where it splits into two roads
I live in a doorway,
Where there are mountains to climb,
Bridges to cross
And stories to write
Where the word “struggle” is nothing more than a myth in a fairy tale land
A door way in which
Children are taught Universal Knowledge
So, their ignorance doesn’t blind them
A doorway in which
Humans can all coexist as one race
Where things like racism and prejudice
Are all just silly little myths
I live in a doorway
Where fantasy and reality
  Are split into two
Where the line between the two
Is falling apart
Where the doorway that splits
Is hutting off,
  Forever to be sealed away.
I live in a doorway
Where it splits into two
One filled with the ignorance of
Reality.
One filled with the freedom of
Fantasy.