Blurred Doors

Two three onto the forth.Days fly by while i will sinkInto the depths of another drink.When the bottom is bare,And my throat goes dryRain will fall beneath my eyes.When it ends, I’ll look for moreAnd stumble upon the neighbor's door.I’ll knock once, maybe twice.If he answers, I’ll be alright.But there’s so many doorsAnd the clouds are thick.If I go to the wrong one,I’ll get more than a drinkBut maybe the numbersWill cease to go by.Which door i wonderWill be worth the try?


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