There is something about
the way we seek
what we can't
or won't
reach for

Time and time again
we remain hopeful
to gain access
to the forbidden doors

Minutes turn into hours
hours turn into days
we gain and lose
consciousness
as we walk through
and dare to reach
for the impossible
the fairytale
we want to see
in front of our eyes
not a picture
imagined by our minds
but a reality
that our hands
can simply reach
without a struggle
or loss of breath

Not sure what fascinates most
the easy way to happiness
or the metal doors
keeping the love
in our hearts
under lock and key
as we try and retrieve
what used to be
rightfully ours

Nothing is exciting
about waiting
and waiting
patiently praying
that maybe one day
you won't be the one
suffering for a lifetime
to get a bit of joy

The things we put ourselves through
the things we say and do
to build up the hope
and strength in our hearts
is something I'll never understand
but my mind seems to have a clue
maybe one day, I will know
the meaning of it all
and find myself
as well as the one
who means the most.