So many doors closed,
just waiting for one to open,
he waits for the answers
he needs someone to show him.
Laying back and relaxing
and basking in his passivity,
he's too relaxed to see
the world passing quickly.
He waits for the doors to
expose themselves whenever
he is ready for them to do so,
whenever he says forever
but he lacks the courage to even
push the door he needs
to pass through when opportunity
comes to nourish and feed.
The door will ne'er open
for this sad individual
who lacks every inkling of courage
in this life he's created but wishes was fictional.
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