"When one door closes, another one opens"

Yet my mind can't seem to comprehend the reason why we dwell and mourn over what's over.
The reason why we hang around 'Closed' signs that won't change.
Not knowing that some doors obstruct flames.
But it seems that we find pleasure in the burns we get when standing in the fire range.

Yet  my mind can't seem to comprehend the reason why we sob and grieve
over locks and thrown away keys.
The reason why tears blind us from seeing the sun that's creeping from the door that has opened,
why we seem to forget about new beginnings; like having the Alzheimer disease.

Let go of the ****, and quit attempting to open what's meant to stay closed...