The door is open.
I don’t have to go in.
The door is open.
My feet are tempting me
To take a step foward.
The door is open.
I begin entering the hallway.
The door is open.
I can always turn back…
But the door is open,
And it is calling me.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
