Doors
Do not enter
The meandering moments
Racing through the skull are
Private
Behind is tracking a shadow
Filling the dust
From the tracks you left until
Authorized Personal Only
Are allowed to pick
The scab off the choice
The mistake
The folkish gesture
Avoiding the choice to
Keep Closed
So scars do not melt
Avoiding progress of
tomorrow
Yet you
Push
Further into the
faded postcards
Of the previous, and
Yet we continue to fester
To forgot that progress means
Do Not Block
The forward trajectory
The immense unwritten
Still we
Pull
At what was thrown
Out the window
Onto the pavement
Still we avoid
Caution
And keep scratching,
Ripping, steaming
Of the choices
Once made
And again we ignore the
Truth to follow
The promise we lied
To embrace, the message,
Do Not Disturb
The signs are closed
So we will reach the
Exit