The Door

Reflect upon the past...a new second approaches. The minutes rushing by, unstoppable, time never ceasing. Not for me, nor anyone...in my mind...a day a new. A day to soon, a day too late...the weeks flown by. Not a minute to waste, a second to lose...but to just constantly keep moving forward, whether you live in the past, flourish the moment...live for the future.

Reaching out, ahead of my steps, eyes squinting...a vision blurred...and shadowed amongst the charcoal grey shades of a colorless dream. Step after step, one foot rising after the other, mind saying to stop, but the body keeps going. Not knowing any better, but taking hold of the past.

The water's slipping between fingers...no grip whatsoever, reaching out to a world of nothing, a state of distress, lost. Looking, searching for them...they are the only hope to end this dreamy nightmare...

When the moment comes...they will soon realize...their place in a world unknown...the hinges creak, the splintered wood, and worn paint. The door slowly opens, and yet, another fate...tormenting, and confusing, a total blend of too much thoughts. Not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do...but so torn between two. That or the other...take your pick, make your choice...

Do what's right, no, that's wrong...

Someone, just help..........