Go through the arctic door,

Maybe you will see the sapphire ocean,

And feel the freedom controlling you like a puppet at a theatre.

Go through the gold door,

Maybe you will see the light seeping through the tree leaves

And feel the happiness of a child receiving a birthday present.

Go through the emerald door,

Maybe you will see the twisting vines intertwining with each other,

and feel the curiosity of a panda searching through a bamboo forest.

Go through the iron door,

Maybe you will see the questions of the world buzzing in your head and feel the confusion

circling inside your mind.

Go through the crimson door,

Maybe you will see the blazing fires of heck,

And feel the anger burning up inside of you.

Go through the ocean door,

Maybe you will see tears running down a child’s face when they drop their ice cream,

And feel the regretful heartbreak.

Go through the cloud door,

Maybe you will see baby bunnies hopping

Around a fresh green field and feel the never ending love.

Go through the lilac door,

Maybe you will see the bubbling potions

Fizzing away on the table top and discover the mysteries.