The Door

The door,
It stands in the way of my destiny
Blocking the real world from me
Covering my eyes with false images
I wish to break it from its hinges

The door,
Shut right in my face
The soft wood shows no trace
No trace of the struggle of another life
I wish to carve my way through with this knife

The door,
Taunting me, not letting me threw
Thats the only thing I want to do
I just want to get threw this door
And see that life offers so much more

The door,
Its a dark figure to me
And I have to find the enlightened key
The key that will lead me to my peaceful world
To live in calm water, not where its swirled

The door,
One day I shall break it down
And I will hear the wondrous sound
The sound of reality coming
Can't you hear the sweet humming?

One day the door will break free
And I will be where I want to be