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Doors,

all the same,

they extend into the shadows,

calling me forward,

i try to turn back,

but there is no door,

a wall replaces the door,

forward,

i must go forward into the shadows,

where i am going i do not know,

will i end engulfed in flames,

in an endless lake of water,

or will i appear in a calm meadow,

near a waterfall,

will i ever stop going forward?

on and on i go,

forward,

door after door,

where will i go?

finally,

a fork in the road,

four doors stare me in the face,

i must chose,

they all have meaning to me,

the red door,

power,

and strength,

the green door,

money,

and fame,

the white door,

peace,

happiness,

and love,

the black door,

like the ones i have come through,

mystery,

hope,

fear,

sadness,

and happiness,

what do i want most?

unknowing i stand looking at the doors,

for eternity,

never picking,

i have found what i needed,

to stop going forward,

what would you do?