The world is a revolving door.
While a new one opens
an old one closes
repeating a cycle like
an aluminum can.
You are the mind to it all.
You must know when to walk
through which door.
At the same time,
an old door can reopen.
Importance is key
and can only be measured
by yourself and no one else.
You are the revolving door
walk with it and inside it.
Only then will you
know the door itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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