Self Discovery


A door creaks slightly open, a lock broken, this is no token,
for words unspoken lead the deaf to hear,
the blind to see clear,
the brave to fear, while the heart takes hold to steer.
for even the bold grow old,
while the young are sold on this tale of fool's gold,
material replaced by ethereal,
as the daily slides of our life become serial.
we're reminded for in order to truly live,
one must freely give,
while willing to receive what only our heart can perceive,
it is ourselves we must first date,
before we begin this search for our soul mate,
thus, a door creaks slightly open.

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