The Open Doors

Thu, 06/19/2014 - 10:11 -- crfaw15

And so it begins.

We are born

babes, wide eyed and

curious.

Rightfully so,

as the world is something

worth the curiousity.

 

As we grow old

stresses litter our lives.

Tests fill our schedules,

three in the morning

is usually the earliest time we get

to finally close our weary eyes.

 

And now as I stand here

I am offered millions of choices

bombarding my young head.

Every door is slammed open.

Every major, every school,

every scholorly opportunity is

open for my picking.

 

I am

finally ready

to walk

through doors.

 

The choice is which ones.

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