That door I opened showed no scenery, <br />Only that elusive, vacuous kind. <br />The second door, <br />The same of a kind. <br /> <br />I opened many a door. <br />They reached from the heavens to the floor. <br />But out there it was elusive. <br />It alluded me. <br /> <br />I opened and slammed so many of them. <br />They revealed scenery all the same. <br />I couldn't by me, figure this out. <br />I was never in. I was always out. <br /> <br />The action I took was of a defeated kind, <br />Till I one day just gave up. <br />And that is when I started to see, <br />One huge door opening for me.<br /><br />Vera Sidhwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-door-2/
