Open Doors

I open all the doors I can

Visiting rooms, but not staying long

Nothing feels permanent in this place

Nothing lasts forever

.

I knock for opportunities

But then I’m afraid to knock at all

What if I choose the wrong door?

It’s easier to wander, to never settle.

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