Open the door and shut it back behind.
Collect everything that belongs to you,
If endurance will make you lose your mind.
Life wouldn’t nod to everything you do,
It’d conceal your good to reveal your bad,
And smack you in the face without your due.
Trees grow when often water we would add.
Anger shows when we are pushed to the wall.
Call it quits when you are done being mad.
If life’s all you have, then you have it all.
Put your back into it a little more,
As that is the thing about standing tall.
But what would water stay in the sieve for?
Well that’s the story behind this closed door.