Though, I'm sure I've said that before,
And it's not like opportunities will stretch themselves out,
So that life always presents the same door.
Not to say that it will be the last,
If you were stuck in the same room all your life,
You may as well be dead, unless it's a choice.
'Cause keeping doors closed can sometimes be nice,
And solitude, too, if you're that type of soul,
That needs no one, no way, no how,
And needs no recognition from no one but yourself.
Though, I don't see how that's possible, right now.
And it's alright,
If the door doesn't lead where you thought it would,
If life was as all predictable as that,
There'd be no rooms, doors, woulds, shoulds or coulds.
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