Hundreds of doors and thousands of roads

Where to go,

What to get.

The way you see,

Perhaps I don’t.

I let the rain, fall, and the sun, set.

O dear! It is a nighty night and I am wet.

I saw forth.

What I saw was common by fact.

They abuse you,

They curse you,

They hurt you,

Until you act.

Guess what I did- I did “nothing” but react

I cried, I yelled and I self-harmed myself.

There are hundreds of doors,

Following thousands of roads,

going nowhere.

And I supposed to take one of them and then walk.

They say

I can’t stay there idol,

Walking is what we all are meant for.

It seems like a trap; a rath,

But I have to walk until my last breath.

I said- “I wanna quit”

“No you can’t”- they warned.

You have to run, you have to walk,

Under the sun; with the wind; in the dark.

“what’s at the end”- I asked again

“I don’t know, none of us do,

Go, find and tell us too”

I chose the one which was closest to me,

I entered through the door and turned back,

O I see hundreds of doors and a thousand of roads,

coming from nowhere...