The door
I open up, I close
I open my portal to who knows ,
the Sky seems so low,
but the sea seems to be beneath me,
i ask myself who am I to become
I run in and out of doors my whole life,
For what do I fight?
decisions, decisions, decisions
I can’t decide
do I open the door to heaven ?
do I open the door to hell?
who can tell
i am safe, for now,
in my closed door town
beneath my fears and distant from my crowd
i can’t decide
what is wrong or right
who am I?
do I get to decide?
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