Doors
There are doors all around us
Sometimes we walk through them
Boldly
Or stumble across
Thresholds
There are doors we want to enter
And doors we dread to open
Few people are able to change worlds
They become acclimatized
Earth people
Or accountants, lawyers, and bankers
Trading their identities for jobs
Thresholds are imaginary
People worry
They won’t be able to breath
Or they will get lost
In a jungle that doesn’t care
Still, I like to think that worlds are waiting
Like empty pockets of loneliness
Willing to welcome
The lost
Rather poignant ending
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