I have one foot in

 And one foot out

I keep slamming doors

Don’t know which ones to keep closed

Should I keep them all open

Should I wake up

And stop dreaming

Because this life has be believing

that I am chasing

doors with empty rooms

And they’re all non-existent

I think

I guess I don’t have a hold of my thoughts

They’re lost in a black hole that’s forever twirling

Somewhere far

Somewhere dark

Somewhere without light

And I am forever wondering

Do I keep dreaming,

Or should I step into a room called