[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Assumed Door

Our instinct is to stare transfixed on the door and yet
Somehow we cower when confronted with the next step
The next step behind what has never been emulated
Behind the door; will you cower in the face of it?
You get less than nothing in your outside scramble
And even less than that when clenching the handle

The door of opportunity is blatant petrification
Behind surely lie the darkest affiliations
The people you don't know lurking behind
Surely they are evil, malicious and tell only lies
But behind the door is none of these things
You gasp and holler; it is hard to believe

There is no way to know, never any insightful link
But what's hiding in that opportunity is never as bad as you think