Doors

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There's so many doors, that we can find,
Like those we locate, in corners of mind.
Some lead to joy, some lead to pain,
Those of the latter, we don't open again.

There's so many doors, that we can travel,
Like those with stories, that start to unravel.
Some lead to warmth, some lead to cold,
Those of the latter, not when were old.

There's so many doors, that we can explore,
Like those we find, that open once more.
Some lead to sun, some lead to rain,
Those of the latter, avoid all the same.

There's so many doors, that we can see,
Like those with characters, we want to be.
Some lead to salvation, some lead to despair,
Those of the latter, we avoid going there.

There's so many doors, that we can pass,
Like those with style, and those with class.
Some lead to love, some lead to hate,
Those of the latter, just is not great.

There's so many doors, that we can view,
Like those with mirrors, see what we do.
Some lead to good, some lead to bad,
Those of the latter, can make us sad.

There's so many doors, that we can find,
Like those we locate, in corners of mind.
Some lead to truth, some lead to lies,
Those of the latter, we do so despise.





 
 
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