Listen, you see
Between you and me
Between the illustrious illusion that is us-all
There is only a door
Ornate in its squalor
And depraved in its desire.
I’ve tramped through mud and danced with Orwellian pigs to get here-
I know
I said I had no expectations
I know
I swore just to say hi-
A proper lie
I know
Still,
I’dve thought to be welcome here
I know
I’ve left another door ajar that should long ago have been locked
I know
I know
I chanced upon the door to Atlantis knocked down
But
To find a firmly shut door
Here
Even after
My own fool’s rendition of
Open Sesames, karate-kid style kicks, childish squeals
And the belatedly polite knock-
This door remains more stubborn
Than my resolution
To heretofore
Be a full team of one.
5 replies on “Ja-Nee we’re all just doorkeepers in the end”
>aah, journeying onwards is the key. pun intended, of course 🙂
close whats behind and open the ones ahead. asia’s words resonate. those open-sesame’s work by association of forward looking. loved this! it flowed in a way not dissimilar to how the road ahead should look to you 😛
all the best, lady kay..
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>Keep that door shut love, it doesn’t need re-opening, EVER!!!
As soon as you take your eyes off that door, you see the other pathways leading you outside to the sunlight 🙂
>ok. It’s definitely definitely about a guy. right?
>I really enjoyed this.
It had a lilting and calm quality.
>i love the lines:
ornate in its squalor
depraved in its desire
there’s always a “secret garden” full of treausres somewhere, i believe, if we keep up an exploring spirit