So many doorways we can walk through,

Each holding a different path,

A single door may lead to the darkest night or the brightest light,

It’s like standing at the very crossroads of time.

But what awaits us in the end?

A looming shadow?

A tragic death?

A monster, like the ones that swarm us under the bed?

A perpetual monotony that engulfs us daily?

Or is it a creeping ray of hope, of light,

A beacon for all those lost,

Shining true and bright.

Only the one who unlocks it, shall know…

Signing off…