Doors

I like doors. All kinds of doors. They always lead somewhere. There is always something waiting for you behind a door. You never really know what, but that´s the beauty of it.

Sometimes doors just open up by themselves. That doesn´t happen too often to me, though. Sometimes you have to knock. Just to show that you wish to enter. If you are lucky, you are let in. If not, you have a choice.

You either walk away or knock real hard. You might be let in this time. Or not.

You have a choice again.
You either walk away or just Break on Through to the Other Side! I must warn you though. I have never had a happy ending whenever I tried to break through using violence.

...same with stairs, they usually lead somewhere too. Some lead you home. Others don´t.

I had a friend once. He liked stairs. He liked stairways. One of his favourite songs was Stairway to Heaven.

And one day, he decided to take the stairs to heaven. I believe he´s still there. I know he is. (Wonder if you have to knock on heavens door?)

Whether it´s a door or a stairway or a path and wherever it leads, the most important thing is to keep walking.

I am ready to move on.