You come and you go.
The first and last doors are unavoidable.
We are all just coal on a shovel waiting
to be tossed in the fire and glow.
I could explain it all for you but
you’ll have to live it.
On an operating table, unable
it’ll come to you.
That moment before the bus hits
it’ll come to you.
As your eyes close, alone in bed
it’ll come to you.
It will.
You just have to trust me
on this one.
Not that I’ve been there but
I have it on good authority
that there is something else;
that nothing ever stops
that the perpetual motion machine
does exist and
that the door, that last door
that is not a last door
will swing open and
you’ll walk through
and begin to laugh
wondering what the fuss
was all about.
Trust me.
Endings are so Hollywood.
They just want to get you
in the door again.
Life. Whatever that is and is.
It has no such pretentions.
Knowing full well,
you’re gonna keep walking through
those swinging doors.
The Swinging Doors