Doors close
Sometimes it feels like it’s too soon
Like it’s not exactly
Time to move on
To move forward

We force doors open
Prying them open with our fingernails
Pressing into them with our backs
And our feet planted on the walls
Anything we can to have our way

Hubris leaves doors open that ought to be closed
Doors with weak hinges
That have rusted and creaked
Doors that should be demolished and left alone

But every door leads to a world of possibilities
Choose your own adventure
And see what each has to offer
You never have to stay on
One road
One path
One future
It’s never too late
To make a new choice