The door, it stands there, but where does it go?
Because in its blue it is what it is,
but there are no visitors, and it is just a door frame,
in front of the mountains amidst the snow,
and if you hide a mountain, behind the door,
it will always be there, waiting to be climbed,
and waiting to be conquered,
but around it, you may go,
for if a problem is a mountain,
do you have the courage to face it,
or do you deny everything that you know?
It is not a disgrace to have your own mind,
and whilst others lose theirs that is true,
so, be true to yourself,
amidst the willing, and amidst the weak,
and do not bow to peer pressure,
and do what is only good for the soul of you.
