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.