Door Poem by Black Rabbit

I look out the door. And I know
that I must enter or exit.
Through the opening and the one chance I have
to be happy or to love.

I stand and look for the window
for a chance to see.
What might become, what was
or what will be.

I know how you feel
but that don't matter to me.
Because this isn't about you
its what I got to do.

There is so much out there
and I can make it.
But so much in me
lets me know I know what to do.

For in my future
I cannot see behind the door.
What I will lose if I stand alone
is you