There are places in my mind
Where I walk through dusty rooms
I should close the doors
But my heart cannot bear it
Above the doors are signs
No entry and lost causes
It is hard to obey them
To abandon what is cherished
I sit on the dusty couch
To dream of a vibrance once there
Though it may not be healthy
It is nonetheless a part of me
The room is full of promises
Stuffed into drawers
Though dusty and fragile
They haven't lost their meaning
There will always be a path inside
My footprints in the dusty floor
This doorknob will not see rust
There will be no last visit
The shades are drawn
There are pressing things to do
I must leave for now
And take the light with me
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