The door
I took the train…
One thousand times better
had I not;
It was the wrong one,
I ran to catch it,
Behind me The door closed;
Slightly, one second later,
Would’ve closed in front of me,
One thousand times better,
Had I let go of that second.
The train took off,
I stayed at the door,
It felt right to leave it,
Kept thinking maybe,
Maybe, in the next stop,
I will walk out,
maybe, in the next stop.
The door opened and closed,
At every train station,
Yet, I didn’t take that chance,
I thought myself too strong,
I thought…
A train ride would not break me.
But, I waited too long…
Now the train had taken its course,
It was too late to go on,
and too late to walk out,
and when I walked,
a lot had changed;
I waited too long…
way too long.
Now, I think often of that day,
I even imagine,
Taking myself by hand
And run through time,
To walk out of that door,
in that split second I walked in;
I run back, back in time,
Holding myself byhand
Right in that split second,
And never get into that train,
Walk forcedly out of that door;
And free myself,
And breathe fresh air,
And walk freely,
And nothing ever happens,
Life is as it was and
As it should’ve been,
A thousand times better
That door I had not seen.
Next time
when in front of a train,
take one second,
think…
before you go in,
through that door,
If it’s really the train
You were waiting for.
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