Bout Dat Xperience

The Doors Everything logical says I mustn't, The doors it may open.. Where it could lead, But I remember being left feeling despondent, And that door I'd rather see closed, Now I wander with much trepidation, Gingerly making steps, A quest of enchantment testing my human fabric, Embarking on new horizons, Windows of opportunity mysteriously unknown, But like a revolving door I'm back at the same position, Immersed in a space-time continuum, Visualizing change...... From one extremity to another, Opening different realms, Realistically though some have tried and tested, I haven't.. so I must! What is behind door number 1? Will it provide a happy life? Door number 2 bodes shades of a simpler time... Door 3 a blind spot not known to others, But secretly known to self, Cannot evade such a cruel inhibition, When intuition is cognizant, Still irresolute the choice becomes impending. Forward I move as back is impermeable, Searching for bliss, Doth such place exist, The doors I...