Go and open the door. maybe, you will see,
a daisy white dog that is walking around leaving trail of tennis balls.
Go and open the door of English. maybe, you will see
a pile of books from harry potter to orphan of the tide
If you ever made I to the top you would see pie Corbet writing poems
Through the emerald green door.
maybe you will feel.
the anxiety consume you like a void.
Through the galaxy door,
you could hear nothing but see everything.
Through the door of freezing fire,
it burnt like a Caroline reaper grabbing at your throat.
Through the cerulean door,
you could taste salt dry your mouth up.
Through the mountain door,
you will see mount Kilimanjaro towering above you.