Door of Life
They say I should study and get good grades.
Go to a good college, take a decent job,
Marry a great guy, have a couple of kids...
But then what? I ask.
Then you die, of course.
They say I should be happy, that this is the good life.
But why, why, why; 'Tis the question, why?
Because the people think so, society knows so, the world says so.
Can I not explore the world as I see and hear and feel?
Have I no choice, but to obey, follow, and conform?
Is life no more, than inside this door?
Each day, week, month, and year, it's all the same.
Society sets the timeline, from the moment you are born
But I don't want to settle down, and live so pointlessly.
I want to live the fantasies, not just vicariously.
Is life no more than inside this door?
No, no, NO! It can't possibly be.
We must find the good things,
The love of family, the trust of friends.
So much to experience, so much to explore.
Heartfelt laughter, Beaming smiles, it's a beautiful world.
Just open your eyes, and open the door,
For life is definitely more.
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