I walk through the trials and triumphs of life as it is to be,
But what is this in front of me?
A door locked oh so tightly,
And I can not find a single key.
I can not find the answer,
Nor a single door keeper.
And as it so often can occur,
I gave up on what the door could offer.
I walk away from this mysterious door,
And go to find something more.
Only to find nothing to live for,
Because what I searched for was behind the door.
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Poems and Proverbs of the Crazy
PoesiaA compilation of many different ideas forged from a number of incredible events with good people in this messed up world.