The door lies
In front of me
Sitting, beckoning
But once chosen
Am I still free,
Or in taking the chance
Have I inadvertently
Locked every other door,
Or is that the greater
Evil, never trying,
And losing what may
Be beyond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not sure if you will actually see this or not, but the whole door thing is meant to be representative of the roads we take in life. No literal doors here.