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