As one door closes, another opens,
Occasionally slammed in your face,
Sometimes not closed to the fullest, leaving a creak,
You can't fit through, wrong time, wrong place.
But following every ending, comes a beginning,
Often coming with purpose, another pathway to life,
Another road to failure, success,
A road to peace, to strife.
But some have no purpose,
Although, that's how it seems,
As if you're wasting keys on broken locks,
Chasing after dead dreams.
Starts will always finish,
You will doubt and apprehend,
Don't over think beginnings,
They'll always have an end.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
As one door closes, another opens,
Occasionally slammed in your face,
Sometimes not closed to the fullest, leaving a creak,
You can't fit through, wrong time, wrong place.
But following every ending, comes a beginning,
Often coming with purpose, another pathway to life,
Another road to failure, success,
A road to peace, to strife.
But some have no purpose,
Although, that's how it seems,
As if you're wasting keys on broken locks,
Chasing after dead dreams.
Starts will always finish,
You will doubt and apprehend,
Don't over think beginnings,
They'll always have an end.
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