There is a door before me
left slightly ajar,
through the crack
I see the other side.
Home awaits me
from behind this open door.
The passageway is open,
but not enough for me to pass.
I have the power to open it,
but in opening that door,
another will close,
and if that door closes,
I will lose the ones behind it.
I’m standing in the middle
a new life before me,
and my old life behind me.
I have to choose
to move forward into the light,
or move back into the depth
of the present I wish to be the past.
I have to act soon
or my chance will pass me by.
Its time to act or I will fall,
its time for me to rick it all.
So I turn to my past,
wave good bye,
and walk into the light
