I walked down a street with 100 doors
there was a blue one a pink one and many more
some, from behind I could hear faint whispers
there was one if I touched it I’d get lots of wood splinters
one had to be taller than me
which is saying a lot, cause I’m six foot three
the door that caught my eye was very lacking in size
but I felt as if it was watching me with all those painted on eyes
then I found it, the perfect door for me
a door with a handle so small it’s hard to see
and faded and chipped away paint that was red
but when I opened it up inside was my bed
and the book that I had just finished and read