The Open Door

I woke up at early dawn
Stood up and stared at the lawn
Thinking why I woke up so early
Today is weird; say peculiarly
The door opened wide inviting me
But its still early to some degree
The world still is not bright
For its still civil twilight
I went back to bed
Scratching my small head
Just there laying down; just laying still 
It's fine I said. I have time to kill
Now sunrise appeared 
I began opening the book; it was dog-eared
Mom and dad worked hard for it
Prepared me yesterday and told me never quit
I looked outside it's now high noon
Now I want to go out I said
But I am not ready out there I'm afraid
The door still wide open; still very soon
As I fidget in the room, I saw small versions of me
What just happened I thought. Weird. But I felt glee.
I looked outside and now it's dusk
I rushed to finish the unfinished task.
This task has no end I said
The door began creaking in; my tears began to shed.
Now I'm sure I'm ready to go out
I stood up and reach the door knob
The door as I reach became out of sight
It disappeared and outside is now at night.
I tried to look for the door as my body aches
I cried and cried for my pathway is now blocked.
I felt tired but I fought to stay awake
For I can never accept this fate.
Hear! Hear! I found the door
But sad to say I know what its for
It's time to rest I said
The time I killed now I wish I never wasted
The dog-eared book how I wish I read it all
It was the book about the door. But this new door is opened for my soul.

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