You walk a path of yours alone
Of beaten dirt and cobbled stone
The life you lead is always yours
An endless hallway of endless doors.
Behind each one you'll find a track
But most will find you stumbling back
Your feet devoured by troublesome sores
To the endless hallway of endless doors.
But one you'll see, will suit you fine
Discovering it is just a matter of time
And you'll not wander anymore
The endless hallway, of the endless door