Though the back door seems fascinating but gloomy.
My senses feel pressured to walk through.
Trying to stand my ground but I pace,
As I contemplate and rehearse my old ways.
With the front door and back door
Next to my face.
One facing my heart and the other my senses.
In two worlds with one dominating my senses.
Entering the back door once again,
With my senses at the forefront again.
Contrast and trials knocking at my door,
Asking me to reunite with my soul.
The front door so far and distant in my mind,
Though so close so distant in my mind.
I know I’ll pull through once more,
In a moment that expands to the very core.
As I stand still on a thin white line,
Letting the journey sweep me from the tide.
On another trail with mountains to the sky,
As I enter the front,
And crush the back.
My destiny is calling me again.