The Door

The door
From my world
To the real world
Cracks open

Upon approaching the door
I wonder
Should I step through
Or continue to live
In my own little world

As I press against the door
It swings open
Exposing to me
A beautiful scene
I step through
And the door closes behind me
Blocking me from my world

As I explore this new world
The beauty begins to fade
And in it's place
Grows violence and hate
All of the evil
Which I pushed out of my world

I return to the door
Hoping to return
To where I came from
But the door is now locked
I can no longer return
To my little world
But must remain in this strange new land

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