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Behind the Door

The door standing without walls
And the doorkeeper
He was there before memory existed

People asked him
'Where does this door lead to?'
'Can you open the door for me?'
He never reply

I didn't waste time asking him
Instead I sat in front of the door
and waited, rain or shine
and waited, dew or dry

In my last day, I asked him
'They asked you many questions
Can you give me answers now?'
Surprisingly, the doorkeeper replied

'This door existed only for you
From the beginning of time
Now I have to close it