Threshold
You are standing on the threshold of the
doorway
you can see your way through
The only way to get to the end is to
go straight through
Go, be brave
You have been in the dark for to long
So you see the invisible line in your head and you
jump over it.
Who cares, right?
You took a leap of faith and now you
can see the end
of your begining
you walk across the room only to
pass the threshold of the past
and the new threshold of the beginning
of your future.
You see the light and you walk towards it.
Don't put your hand in the fire, but
this was not fire, it was light
beautiful and free so
you
continue on until the only
threshold
that is left is the one
you have yet to cross.
So you cross it and that is the end.
There are only so many thresholds after
you see the light
that you can cross until
the light
is no longer burning and
that light in the window has been put out.
Until you wonder home alone and cross the threshold of your door
and you turn the lights on
and even though the room is lit
the lights have not come on.
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