There are to many doors to open

It seem like every door that is open

Another one closes.

Some doors are lock and others are not

Some have door knobs while others do not turn

Some doors are ajar while other are blocked

Some are wide while others are narrow

Some lead to the attic while some to the basement

Some doors are wood, stone and precious metal like gold

Some we are prepared to open while some we dare not enter

Some doors lead us home

While other take us to work

Still other take us to fun and play

Some doors are not seen

They are within our mind

The key is in our soul

If open will take us far