In front of you are closed doors
Behind each one has a friend saying they'll stay with you till the end
They sit on cold floors
But you never open any door
You fear they'll talk
While you run away
In the wind that always swept you off your feet
Pulling you in every direction
Until you take the dismal section
Filled with the unknown
Then you ask yourself
"Why do I always choose to walk alone?"

7/21/17