The door is open to another place,
Where you can run and veil your face.
You’re free to enter for your escape,
But it’s lined on the bottom with red tape.
Leave from here to go over there,
And the tape between worlds starts to wear.
Each time is harder to return from,
Making your glimpse of realities numb.
Run through the door to hide,
And enter an emptiness far and wide.
There’s the door if you wish to fare,
Sometimes there’s just too much to bear.
K. Aldaya, 9/21/03
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://pictures.4ever.eu/cartoons/digital-art/doors-in-the-field-154563