This poem is really short...
I couldn't think of anything else. : Shrugs :
I prayed for oceans
At the crack of a wooden door
Instead I find a sleeping world
Of broken branches and ended roads
And little boys with dry tears
Who’ve been told, “Men don’t cry.”
I have yet to find the secret
To everlasting life
Since everything hides behind wooden doors
And until then, we can watch the sun shine
In every language and
We’ll always wonder how to laugh—
When, where, and why
