Sunday, 3 March 2013

The Door

A long time ago
You began knocking at my door
And a thousand times a day
I’d refuse to answer
Believing that the door was locked
And that I didn’t have a key

I sought out master locksmiths
Thinking it was a complicated matter
Which would take some solving

Now it turns out
The door was always ajar
And you were simply waiting for me
To get up and open it

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