The Room of Many Doors
There is a room with many doors,
What's behind each, what's in store?
Some doors flash gold, others are plain,
And behind all but one is something mundane.
Where is the truth? Where are the lies?
Why do so many doors lead to fake guys?
The real me is hidden in that room,
a hero of sorts who will eventually bloom.
And when I come out, the world best beware
because change will soon follow, I swear.