And you wait for another door to open,
to close
but that's the way you chose it.

too many doors,
too many floors
you've slept on
but
you kept on
looking.

It's a ******' carousel
step off at heaven
or
jump into hell,

you've been there
so have I
and we wonder on why
as
they wander on by
uncaring.

Not sharing because I want to
but because I have to.