FredPeyer

The Door

The smell of a freshly painted wall

Surrounds me as I walk down the hall

Feet dancing over a highly polished floor

Leading fearlessly to a slightly open door

 

Pushing that inviting door open wide

I survey the room with growing pride

It contains my life from birth up to today

Everything I ever did, be it work or play

 

I slowly turn around and take it all in

There is so much, I don’t know where to begin

Crossing the room, I touch something here and there

Memories, victories, losses, gains are everywhere

 

But I cannot dawdle, another door is waiting for me

Leading to the future I have come to see

Reaching for the handle I stop and wait

There on the other side rests my fate

 

Fear grips me, encircles my heart

Suddenly afraid the next step may not be smart

My hand is frozen, cannot move a finger

Feet stuck to the floor, in place I linger

 

The room displays my life like an open book

Showing me all the good and bad turns I took

I wonder again what the future has in store

Lying in wait behind this solid white door

 

Slowly I remove my hand from the handle

What awaits me may be happiness or scandal

My future, I so badly wanted to explore before

But realizing now I don’t want to know anymore