I wander down life’s corridor.
Testing doors: I open, close.
But through this hall I walk alone,
the only path I’ve ever known.
“Save my soul,” I cry tonight.
Take my hand, hold me tight,
help me find the door that’s right.
Kill this pain and bring me
back to life.
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Everyone walks through a corridor, I believe. 😉
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Yep! 🙂
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…All comes down to choosing the right door. 🙂
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Such a classic metaphor, and universal in its application. I often question where that hallway might lead me next, and which door I might open. I can feel the emotion you have injected into this one.
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Thanks, VJ, I always enjoy reading your feedback. Every door a new experience, good or bad, and all part of life’s great cornucopia 🙂
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