Soft golden handle.
Large bronze door,
pushing its breeze on my face,
not knowing what can come my way.
Open the door to simply see
a start of a new beginning.
No taste of flowers,
scent of new lost powers.

On the other side of the door, a gate
that opens to mountains and lakes.
From the door to the gate, a large space,
a long race.
I run faster.
The cement pounding on my feet,
the sun expressing its heat.

Who would know that opening the bronze door
will bring me to more distort.
I continue running into my dream
of laying down in the land of the free