Malenkowicz

I stand in a room
And there are a million doors

They lead to adventures, endless possibilities  
Some cover fortune and some cover doom

So, I have all these doors
And all the possibilities

And yet I always find fear

I have all these doors
And all I can get is uncertainty

I see other people walking through their doors
And they find carelessness and fun

I open next door
And all I get is anxiety and pain

I’m trying to smile
But I’m getting worn

With every door opened I’m getting more worn
Like old tee with sentimental value

And then I get scared
Even before I open new door

Because what if next door
Will be my final door?