I am one standing in front of a closed door hoping to get in hoping and wishing the one on the other side open up and let me in I am one standing in front of a closed door hoping to get in I am one who has been standing so long my patience are wearing thin what am I doing wrong all I'm trying to do is get in I'm agitated frustrated agravated but I am not the one to kick it in I'm on the verge of throwing in the towel
I've been waiting longer than awhile traveled longer than a mile the funny thing is I can't smile instead of cry I howl and like a rooster I crow loud to be heard
like a doorbell a ringing phone a parents pain when a child dies I am one who no longer knows why I stand in front of a closed door
I no longer know
what I'm hoping for
I no longer invision the imagery of the the one on the other side