The Door

I stand at the doorway of my mind
To one side I see oblivion
The other joy
In the middle sits a frightened boy
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I sit between oblivion and Joy
At the doorway stands a man
He seeks release
He seeks joyful oblivion
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We look deep within
We start to cry
Then embrace our self
With mournful sigh
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I walk away
Leaving the door ajar
This mind will heal
Though it will bare a scar

© 2005, Mosquitobyte