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The Door
Picked my heart up off the floor
Too busy to go open the door
All my dreams are folklore
Of places i`ve never been before
In a life that`s become a bore
Fell asleep and started to snore
I`m always searching for more
Search for the one to adore
Wondering whats in store
Looking behind all the wrong doors
As i dig deep into the core
Because i`ve been here before
Won`t come back thats for sure
With a wound that`s still sore
It`s enough to make me roar
But i just don`t care anymore
Because to be honest
I know there is so much more
Someday i`ll find it i`m sure
I just have to open the right door
poem
by
Joseph Whelan
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