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Have you ever wondered,
What it's all about?
I've had dreams that have explained it all,
Until I'm awake and full of doubt.

But then again, with the breeze on my face,
And the sun warming up my soul,
I can't imagine anything going wrong,
And nothing will, until I fall.

And here it is, because the door has been opened,
Like I've opened so many doors in the past,
And never learned that they never lead to good,
And always say the last one will be my last.

And it's alright,
It's all the same in the end,
This room will stop presenting surprises,
And I'll have to open another door again.