A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden <br />A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden. <br /> <br />And secrets that lie behind that blank facade <br />A building, some windows, my dreams. <br /> <br />I wandered on those blind Parisian streets. <br />Nobody knew my name <br />Nobody knew where I came from <br />I was different, yet still the same. <br /> <br />A wooden door like corpus callosum <br />Holds my two worlds together <br />I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee <br />The buzzing and the hum.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wooden-door-a-metal-key/
