Regret
06/11/14 00:17
I'm standing in a hall
And the hall is full of doors
Once, they were all open
And, spoiled for choice,
I took my time before I picked one
The choice felt good
And I was happy for a while
But in the end it was clear
That the room I had entered
Was not a place I could stay
And I stepped back out into the hallway
And the door shut behind me, locked
From the inside
And all the other doors, too
All locked shut
And now I'm standing in a hall
And the hall is full of locked doors
With small windows
Through which all I can do is look
And the hall is full of doors
Once, they were all open
And, spoiled for choice,
I took my time before I picked one
The choice felt good
And I was happy for a while
But in the end it was clear
That the room I had entered
Was not a place I could stay
And I stepped back out into the hallway
And the door shut behind me, locked
From the inside
And all the other doors, too
All locked shut
And now I'm standing in a hall
And the hall is full of locked doors
With small windows
Through which all I can do is look