The swinging door does beckon
With a glimpse of future dreams –
On this side I am comfortable
On the other nothing seems
To fit into my present state,
I need to change my mind
To contemplate what’s possible
If answers I must find;
The door is very heavy
I can’t open it alone,
But if I ask for clarity
Of vision I’ll have grown
Strong enough to force that door
To swing and open wide,
Then all those unknown treasures
I’ll find on the other side;
The swinging door does beckon
Am I ready to walk through?
This fence is so uncomfortable,
There’s nothing more to do
On this side that I haven’t done,
So why not take a chance
Before that door stops swinging
And I’ve grown too old to dance.
