DOORS.

We enter through doors,

Into unknown futures,

Clasp to the new, potential shores, 

The present, forgotten, is forlorn,

What ifs, dance merrily as we trudge the windy moors,

Hope, is the only anchor we can be sure of, 

Faith abides doubtless in the mystics law, And 

what the soul brings, free will, will shake its foundation

trembling, whilst treading on floors unsure,

2010 comes teasing, it's a long veiled tunnel as 

the dice is thrown through every issue in every port,

We trundle through distorted seasons searching for  

meaning, striving until 2011 opens its fated door, 

Heralding in a new current for deeply impressive scores.