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Taylor Mercer Nov 2014
How could it be?
That I cannot see.
I look left and right,
but see nothing but night.
How could I be so lost?
What is the cost?
I can hear the bark,
yet it is so dark.
How can I find,
if I am so blind?
Taylor Mercer Jan 2015
Life is like a door
Ready for the road ahead,
Taking in new opportunities
No worries about the unsaid.
The door can be closed
Just shutting people out,
Keeping them away
Not a hint of doubt.
A door is a passage
To a new place,
Waiting to be opened
To unravel new space.
A mystery awaits
There is much more,
How will we know
What is beyond the open door?

— The End —