Is This The Turnstile To Life Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Solid gates are great
Where the glorious are harboured
Such gates like every other door
Serves an animus
To weed out the un-invited
To welcome the conquerors
The doors that are great
Do look prepossessing to the balls
They make the ziggurat bulwarked
No mortal comes there at will
Except on invitation
When you see it
Wow will be your call
But I love to visit the place
But for the Gate
Wow! The Gate beckons
I could hear it loud and clear
Must I wait a life?
I dare not!
Regrets will cry if I do
This particular Gate
Do not seems enthralling as expected
Must I listen to the call
Should I take the path
Is this the Turnstile to Life?
As I took it
I sensed peace
As I took the journey
I loathed fear
As I walk the path
Life indeed came
The city inside
Is a condominium for the chosen
The brightness of the throne
Shines through
The music from the palace
Makes my legs uneasy
The twenty-four creatures
The innumerable beings
All made my day
I mean my eternity
So sweet that I lost every sour
Then, I woke up
Is this the Turnstile to Life?