Doors I find on my way

Some closed, some open half-way

I have no inkling where they lead

There are no signs that I can read

Some that do open with love

Others need a gentle shove

Some that lead to pastures green

Others hide horrors obscene.

Walking down life’s path alone

Many tempting doors I am shown..

Curious to peer ahead

I keep opening them as I tread

With every door, my hopes rise

Opening it will make we wise

As I am eager to explore

For me, what life has in store.

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