Through the long dark hallway

He could see the brown door

Though he couldn’t be sure

What was behind it

He had a pretty good idea

The life he could have had

The life he planned to have

The big mint green home

The gorgeous garden

With bright yellow tulips

But to be young and stupid

He chose the other way

The other door

And behind the door

A falling apart roof

Grass so dead it crunched

So brown you thought it was black

A child's’ nightmare

He yanked and yanked at the brown door

He kicked at the now rusted hinges

Even though deep down

In his sad, lonely heart

He knew, he had gone to far

He had chosen his way long ago

Though he knew

If he tried hard enough

He could open the door

He wasn’t sure

It was worth the fight anymore

He looked at the door he had chose

At the other end of the hallway

Wide open and waiting, almost calling

Slowly he began

Down the dark hallway

As he got closer

He felt a breeze that made him shiver

He told himself he would come back

He would make a better life

He promised himself

Though it was an empty promise