Doors

Dreams flow easily
Desires follow suit
Their calls can be gentle
Or sharply acute
Think of ways to fulfil them
Plans so astute
As empty time passes
On your daily commute
It's grand to have plans
For some faraway shores
Now reach out your hand
And open those doors

Success breeds success
Isn't that what they say
Living in the moment
Day after day
But don't rest on your laurels
Hesitate or delay
Sometimes things don't come easy
Cast off despair or dismay
It's just a matter of time
Before it's all yours
Patience, my friend
Don't lose sight of your doors

Then you wake on Monday morning
There's snow on the ground
Every thought now is muffled
Barely registers a sound
It's not that you're waiting
For things to come around
But more that the journey
Has finally run aground
What do you do
When there are no more doors
All that remains
Are echoes and chores