When first we trun the key to see
the light from behind the doors we keep
many things do we find.
From who we are,
and what we want.
What we need.
And were to go.
We search for something
many finding nothing.
Clenching hope
while standing at that door.
Your heart it tightens
Insearch of love.
Your eyes they water.
from loss of trust.
Your friends you choose
some honest and true
but other pull the knife
and repeatedly stab.
But at that door.
you try to organize.
to rebuild yourself
with great composure.
You find your stregnth
you find your will.
You you pick your battles
that are worth the win.
And close that door
a wiser being
turning the key
you once more find the truth
fight once again
because shit always happens.
Life has its shitty moments. there is no denying that. Sometimes you must step back and look at things. and try something differnt giving up is not alway s the wisest choice. Fight when it is worth it, and let it go when its not. If you cant control it, let it ride. Fight for what you can change but dont let nothing change you.
