Down
the convoluted pathways of "my"
mind "I" walk,
Listening at each doorway, it's not "my"
time to talk.
Behind one door I hear the sobs of one who
cannot sleep,
Her agonizing cries make "me"
begin to weep.
"I" travel on and visit outside
each and every door,
At each door learning things "I"
never knew before.
At another doorway "I" discover
one who feels no pain,
Born so that "I" could live and
try to be safe again.
On down the path "I" travel and
see a doorknob wiggle,
Behind the door is laughter -- the joy of
children's giggles. So many doorways and
miles of pathways "I" find ----
In the end I throw wide "my" arms,
claiming all those within as mine!
