Hall of Doors

-Hall of Doors-

There must be a solution.
What door should I choose?
Sorting all the confusion,
Bare facts and illusion;
It’s not win – it’s not lose.

Mock my memory – think me wise,
Just pennies for a thought.
For lions roar in all of us,
But what truths have they taught?

All along the narrow path
Peddlers play their cards,
But something’s needing change in here!
What say, is the worth?
My god, and dear earth …
I’ve got no more to fear!

So click that lock, and open wide.
It’s not much more than a muse.
Our time has grown slender …
No joke, or pretender …
And now what – shall you choose?

-Dan Thomas-