Un-opened Doors and Time Passing

Life is a long corridor,
Of un-opened doors.
Any that we manage to open,
Give us glimpses of the truth,
Perceptions of reality,
Gates to another existence,
A better place
For the human race,
Maybe worse….

Time floats away
On soft summer breezes,
We will never catch up
And it will never come back to us.
Life is just un-opened doors
and time passing…

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